I arrived in Norway,
In the fishing village of Å,
to what I imagined were Arctic winds.
They were ruthless
and cut right through to my bone
everywhere I looked,
was beauty that thawed my heart.
If I could,
I would fly to Lofoten,
because Norway calls me back.
All alone, at sea, on a cold, cold night
My home for a few days – a rorbu in Arctic Norway (Å, Moskenes)
Moored in the land of the Midnight Sun
When the sun comes out
Everything looks cheerier under a bright sun
A bird’s eye view of Reine village, but that’s a post for another day :)