Hannäs, we feel like birds

Hannäs, Sweden, 10 degrees Celsius plus, light winds. Something happens to the Swede. I feel like the lapwing looping and calling up there above my head, like the couple of cranes curiously scratching the field over there, like the chaffinch who has something to tell us from inside the bushes. And like the white-tailed eagle, cool and relaxed, circling around up there in nice thermals.

Sweden is in shape like a huge north-south pointing banana. In the north people still climb around in deep snow, in the south the banana mildly smiles. The soil plowed last autumn now twinkles, humid and dazed, towards the infinitely blue sky. Tomorrow winter might be back – so Carpe Diem!