Sunday, November 19, 2006


Early in the morning. Nobody has even dreamt of leaving the bed yet. Five candles lit, mirrored in the black kitchen window. Dear hymns and soft voices on the radio, my favourite slow time medium. Two fresh magazines and a challenging book on the table. Maybe I'll call my mother, she also loves the silent hours with no demands attached. A mail for brother Ole in the monastery. He's been up for several hours already.
The magic moment when the filigree birch branches suddenly emerge from the dark. The sky becomes alive with dimly lit clouds, still in black and white.
I am lucky to have upholstered leather chairs in the kitchen.
I'm at peace with myself and the rest of the world.

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