mickan in world

How did I ever think I would be bored here?

I love this place, always has. My lack of faith in enjoying my time here must have been the result of too many months of absence.

There are a couple of things that makes me happy right now; the thought of the summer being eternal for one. There is so much time ahead of me in Båstad; it's like an ocean of space, calm and loving and I can not see the horizon which is named fall.

Being with my family. Having family dinners out on the porch, bbqs, daddy's fish soup and mum's sallads. My sister being seventeen and always going somewhere meeting new friends and being a lovely source of gossip. She's almost outgrown me since I've been away and she is not the little sister anymore, she's become a good friend and simply a sister.

Yesterday I went for a jogg in the landscape which I find being the most beautiful in the world. Summer's Skåne, described so well by Selma Lagerlöf and captured in paintings and songs. The grass is green, the shade of the trees makes patterns on the dusty gravel path and the ocean, always on my left is a solid blue. With the sun sparkling in the small waves and the rocks with their greyish contrasts against the blue it is easy to become absorbed in the beauty of the summer and the nature. It is a miracle I don't stumble over the strong tree roots as I stare in amazement, not at the ground (as any person who'd like to keep their knees intact) but at the wonders of Skåne. A white butterfly leavs the flower where it's been perched and joins me in my jogg. It becomes my companion for many a minute, trying to keep up with me and circling my right ear, floating up and down like the buoys laid out by the fishermen and rocked by the sea.
Exhausted I finish my jogg by throwing myself on the green, green grass of Gulstad parc. Stretching and gazing out over the ocean wich reminds me that summer is still young and there is an eternity until the cold of fall.

Ending the day with a swim from Pauline's Pier. The water is icy, but it clears my head as I move around like a madman to keep a bit of warmth. Wrapped in a bathrobe I steal the warmth from the air and lets the wind dry my hair.