Kategori: Just passing by

The rain refuses to fall. It’s hovering in the air. A fog so thick it’s like you’re inside a cloud. Heading home from work, in the dark that has set in long ago. The living daylights seems far away. And the square in the city suddenly turns into a magic place. A glittering prize. Reflecting light, filtering out the ugly, touching you despair with an awesome awareness of the beauty in life. It’s so sad and bittersweet. You’re filled with a feeling of happiness being alive. Rejoicing the fact that you still can cry real live tears. #grateful

The city at night. Old and wrinkled. Ancient and grumpy. When the autumn sets in, the lights flicker in the wind and cold gusts sweeps dry leaflets across the cobblestones. The air is high and dry, filled whit smells of ice, moldering leafs and soil. For a moment you tell yourself that everything is okey. Then the feeling is gone, like it never existed. A phantom pain takes its place.