A new Northern light expedition: Where from here
She walks through the water that reaches her ankle deep. She becomes smaller and smaller, the water stays at its same level. The image of this huge lake, my daughter small at the centre of the image, the rocks on this beach, the alternating sky full of cloud shapes and fragments of blue breathing. My bare legs and feet drying up, my hair washed in the lake still wet. My mothers heart is always awake. She is far away. She is free. Always am I ready to jump up. The mother-curse. Her freedom is for me to protect and for me never to rest. Realizing now we are more than two weeks on the road. Above the poolcirkel we rest. I hear the rushing of the wild river, just out of sight behind trees. In the distance I see patches of snow. The very little that is left and I am longing for more. The air is so breathable here, but the pollen is still in the way of making me all but not-tired. I long for a world covered in snow. Even Norway has been caught in upheating devastation. The questions have com...