Uppsats

July ended, August started, me, I am out early in the morning for a walk. The sun i s coming up, fog, water drops, birds in the far distance.

My love for the forest, trees, flowers, smells, colours, chilly air hits me, it wakes me up in a magical way, forest within its beauty. If I could I would stay here all day.

Early morning working farmer on his way to the barn on his old bike and wearing his dark blue overalls and his green gap. The one only farmers have. He passes me and we exchange a calm smile and a glad “Hello-Good morning”.

I love this track. It inspires me and fills me with gratitude towards life. But today when I come to the fork in the path and I turn left into this smaller path there is a fallen tree trunk blocking my way so I have to go around it because of all the branches sticking out and they are 2 – 3 meters long. The tree is a spruce, an old one. Magestic – fallen in all it’s pride – I feel humble as I find my way around the tree.

As I walk along the path I arrive at this old house where no one any longer lives. It always feels like a mystery and even if it’s abandoned it feels alive, with wild flowers and old apple trees put there with love and purpose long time ago, and overgrown grass and bushes are growing up on the wall on the house. Broken windows.  A bird sitting on a twig. It brings life to the place. It’s like a wall, that have a hold on the present. In a moment I touch the past. As i keep on walking I slowly come back to the reality. I'm home again.