I met nana on my way to the restaurant and asked her where she was going. “Just around the corner to buy milk” she answered. Five hours later she finally picks up the phone and tells me she’s gone home. I go home and she’s sitting calmly by the fire drinking orange juice, she’d accidentally taken the wrong bus and decided to cruise around town. The best part is that she didn’t even buy milk.
The sun was setting over Stockholm as I spun around a few last rounds at Vasaparken and then went for a short walk to the top of Observatorielunden, listening to the soundtrack of The Return of the King. It was so beautiful that everything around me felt oddly peaceful and calm. I opened my eyes and realized we were around 30 people just standing there with are eyes closed, basking in the beautiful sun. None worship the sun like us in the north. It is so staggeringly beautiful, even when it seems to leave us.