When you live in the arctic circle, announcements of Spring and
violets by friends round the world sound like the proclamation of the
Second Coming of the Christ. Spring where? I raise my head and cry out.
Violets? what are those?
Ah well, elsewhere are people called the Australians complaining
about hot summers. At least Northern Norway has its blue hour..those
hours after the arctic sun sets..from about 5.00 pm till about 8 or 9 pm
when it is elf-blue and magic…and stars come out reluctantly…sit back,
stay in the blueness and write more poetry…no point in stressing..Spring
will come when it will…I guess there’s a lesson in there…be patient or
be more patient?
