to see the summer sky is poetry.

summer.summer.summer.summer.summer.

sommaren i lærdal var varm, til tider altfor varm, med påfølgande stormar og nedbør. etter det hadde bøtta ned heile kvelden ein kveld, gjekk eg og jostein ein tur i det heilt rosa lyset, og det gjorde meg så glad at me framleis lar oss forbausa av noko så kvardagslig og fylt av magi som været.

*translation:
the summer in norway was hot, at times too hot, with storms and rain that followed. after it had poured down all day one day, j and i went for a walk in the pink light, and it made me so happy that we still let ourselves be dazzled by something so everyday and magical as the weather.

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