Langeland

I enjoy seasons. I enjoy being able to notice the subtle shifts in the air, changing of foliage and light that accompanies the changing of the seasons. All around Denmark right now, outside the cities, are the most spectacular fields of yellow. The landscape has now fully awakened, seemingly overnight. There is no slow changing of the seasons here - or perhaps it is the fact that it is so slow that it feels as if the change is not happening at all, when all of a sudden - viola - a new season is upon us.

In Denmark in the summertime we get an almost midnight sun, meaning that on the longest day of the year we have sunlight well after 11pm. And although I like living in a temperate country, I don't enjoy not getting sunlight in the winter here so in the summer, I along with everyone else do our best to be outside to soak up the rays.

This Monday I had the opportunity to leave Copenhagen and visit one of Denmark's 443 islands - Langeland, which means if translated literally "long country". It's a long thin island about two hours from Copenhagen.  I enjoy being on the move - whether it is in a car, a train, a plain. I especially appreciated begin able to get out of the city and visit some place new. I was happy for the opportunity as I had been wanting to go to the countryside for a while and that morning I was awakened by an argument outside my window between a john and a prostitute about payment. It was a reminder indeed that my time was near.

I spent a couple of days there visiting someone who is in the midst of building a community/vacation spot. I slept in a trailer the last couple of days and I have to admit I enjoy the simplicity and immediacy that such accommodations provide. Like a bird preparing to nest - I am seeking that spot where I can call my own, a garden to tend as I continue to unfold my many stories.

Happy Spring!
farvel,
Lesley-Ann