Ersfjordbotn is a little settlement on the island of Kvaløya. We were there last Saturday taking part in the big literature festival that Tromsø sponsors every fall.
Something about driving out of the city and into the country. To use a cliche, it was breathtakingly beautiful when we swung round the curve and the vista of fjord and farms opened out to us. Fading Autumn colours, and the first sunshine in days, made it even more beautiful than we remembered.
In the evening the moon obliged, and slowly glided up over a low mountain, like a child’s balloon, forgotten after a party..sounds like dejavu, but nature repeating itself, year after year, season after season is never cliched. Don’t listen to the cynics….
Something about driving out of the city and into the country. To use a cliche, it was breathtakingly beautiful when we swung round the curve and the vista of fjord and farms opened out to us. Fading Autumn colours, and the first sunshine in days, made it even more beautiful than we remembered.
In the evening the moon obliged, and slowly glided up over a low mountain, like a child’s balloon, forgotten after a party..sounds like dejavu, but nature repeating itself, year after year, season after season is never cliched. Don’t listen to the cynics….
