mellow unsharpnes...misty light...soft light, without sun breaking through...
cleaning brain....cleaning sight....
towards South, you are looking, while I'm looking to the left, looking East towards Sweeden, our brother-people, just right over there in the misty hide...
Wind just mildly blowing from North, and a thought is passing by, Wonder if the swedes have ever forgiving that we some few days ago (in 1520) chopped of the heads of most of the swedish nobility's in Stockholm (well only 82 actually, perhaps a relif for the farmers)(well, later on they took a violent revenge)...well I guess all is forgotten and forgiven nowadays....
but I don't know why the rumours says that the sweedes are admiring the danes...perhaps its something about more anarchy, perhaps they are looking at us like looking at a Savage people, a bunch of wild apes who just had jumped Down from the trees...don't know, but the admiration is only going one way...even though that ought to be wrong, while the sweedes have more respect towards society, speed limits, paying tax, and drinking of course (I guess they newer learned really to be drinking through), but for my part I admire the approach on the other part of the narrow sea....(even though it might be more fun at this side)
But....If you can be quiet for a while, you can, apart from those small waves, sense the very long, slow waves, lifting the sealevel up and down....greatings from the North Sea....but it's better to wait for the real spring(but today was a rehearsal), when the wooden bridges are reestablished and you can sit at the end of one, holding your one shoe just above sealevel, og starring at the sea coming slowly up towards your shoe...be carefull....a very silly occupation...but even though one of the nicest....
Well.....I'll put on my glasses in a while, just to take a sharp look at the World...and drive home....
thorkil