Last night I was riding a Volkswagen van in the northernmost reaches of Norway...
January 3, 2017 (1/2)
Last night I was riding a Volkswagen van in the northernmost reaches of Norway, hands in my skigloves for it was searing cold in the very back, where I was seated. I wasn't very glad to be sitting away from husband, who had to sit way in the front, next to the driver. Yet I was happy being there by myself, alone with my thoughts.
Sitting right by a fogging window, I couldn't resist sliding my hand out of the glove to trace my finger in a pattern that was once a signature. A spiral, with rays radiating out of its core. 🌀Through the clear parts of my squiggles, I could see a completely different world outside. Earth glowing faintly, from fresh snow. Moonlight flippantly reflecting off the snow, as if conserving itself for another special night. Water appearing omninously black ready to grab you into its depths. Waves gently lapped, calling you out and enticing you with their calmness. And a mysterious sky, as if with a secret in each star that hung from it.
Everything I knew was far far away, except my life's two partners- a certain boy, and the fire in my belly. Yet everything I needed was right there.