Vikebygd
30 March, 2023

I didn’t see much of this place, because I was sick when we arrived. It was dark already, but I could see the white frost on the hills and the trees, like snow, only it wasn’t. Muted, hazy colours, mysterious, even the next day by plain daylight. I watched it from behind the large window of the house, overlooking the lake. The following day I watched it from behind the windshield of the car. It was a beautiful drive, all the way up through the mountains, but also unreal, like I wasn’t really there. Then the next day: rain. No mystery left, just the cold. But at least I had my feet back on the ground.