"There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of man..." Anonymous (sometimes this quote is attributed to Sir Winston Churchill)
The fjord horse.
10:30 pm and wrapped in a wool blanket. We are packing tonight and taking the boat to Bergen tomorrow.
Like the first draft of a novel my thoughts on travel are sprawling with no cohesive plot.
I yearn for the trim cozy neatness of Norwegian huts.
The sharp sides of the Geiranger fjord seen by ferry.
A rumble in the distance. Like most things in life opportunity can be fleeting and must be seized.
An avalanche caught in time. Suspended.
My prose has layers of meaning like a village caught in flood waters a century ago. The foundations of the houses a mirage through the water.
Which is real and which is merely the reflection?
As I look out the window of the cabin in Rand one last time.
Norway is more than an inspiration.
It has allowed me to touch my past.