I love the summer light in Stockholm. I think I’ve said that before, no? The light this time of year gives me amazing amounts of energy and good vibes. There’s still light in the sky when I go to bed at midnight and it’s full-on light when the sun wakes me up at 3 am. I don’t care that the light wakes me up. As I said already, I love it. I can’t get enough of it. I love coming home at 10.30 at night when it’s still light. I love how the sunsets go on for hours, with the deep reds, pinks and purples growing ever deeper at 10, 10.30, 11 and so on. It’s mesmerizing to look out my windows at the water and to see how Lake Mälaren changes colors as the hour grows later.
But I am miserly with the light. It makes me anxious when the day is gray. Like a squirrel hoarding nuts for winter, I bank the sunny days in my memory to save them for the dark days. I don’t want to give the light up. But inevitably, I have to. In my part of the world, it’s just a summer romance after all.
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ah, you are so lucky to live in Stockholm. My mother-in-law is from Stockholm, and my wife grew up visiting Sweden every summer. We visited two years ago and I’ve missed Sweden ever since. I miss the people, the food, the history, the food, the days and nights. Enjoy and thanks for the great blog.
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