YOU KNOW JUST WHAT I WAS THERE FOR
There’s a silvery sheen over everything these mornings, a satin glimmer to the world. Nothing mars the blue beauty of the sky, it stretches on forever, white to blue to cobalt. The shining sun means there is more to see, everything delineated and sharp. Objects that fade away when it’s gray and rainy are suddenly demanding attention, silver shines, asphalt glitters, each leaf on each tree is an individual object to be noticed and taken into account. No visual slacking is permissible when the sun is shining in Sweden! Look! Look around you! I used to be able to reply...