I’m from the west coast of Norway, so cloudy with a 100% chance of rain is pretty much my reality. This weekend I met up with friends in Southern Norway, in an obscure little place no one has ever heard of. It’s these weekends, these times surrounded by friends, that truly make summer the warmest season of the year.
We went sailing and I wouldn’t have been anywhere else.
When the sun comes out we can forget. Sometimes only for a little while, but we can foget all the terrible things that happen in the rest of the world. We can close our eyes and feel the sun on our skin. Listen to the laughter of our friends. Feel that it’s good to be alive. France and Turkey becomes so, so far away…
Pretending that I know anything about mini golf.
I believe we need these moments, these memories. To push the bad out of mind for a weekend. We need to look around and be reassured. We need to be reminded just what we are fighting for. Love is so easily consumed by fear and hate. However it will rise like a phoenix from the ashes – because someone somewhere remembers a weekend like this.
Close your eyes. Feel the sun. One day you’ll remember that today was a good day, and that will get you through whatever hardship you face.