I wanted to write something, but i don’t know what. Right now i feel like theres constantly so much happening but everything is standing still at the same time, and i can’t get my thoughts aligned long enough to string together a sentence worth reading. Part of me wishes we were all in Denmark right now so i could take a walk in the dark woods under the moonlight, but thats so very far away.
Its a quiet evening here in hyggjaa hytten, Im just sitting at the kitchen table and writing the weeks shopping list on my phone while the others are watching an old Sherlock Holmes series. Not so long from now i’ll probably go to bed and read some more about “Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee,” before i fall asleep.