We walk past the clay pit turned into an azure lake.
Before there were excavators, now fish are swimming.
We walk past the weir and the yellow owl house.
The owl house because the owl chose the chimney as a lookout point.
Looking for the bird, knowing that it found a nice box without smoke.
Wandering along lakes with shoes disappearing in leaves.
It is October, Autumn is here.
I know! I shouldn’t complain.
Not after Irma or the devastating monsoon or the terrible forest fires.
But something has changed in Denmark, at least this year.
Large amounts of rain is about to set the record for the wettest summer in living memory.
Therefore I found the poem by Juan Olivarez very suitable:
At first I couldn’t get enough,
Now I just can’t make it stop.
No rain in the desert that was rough,
Around here there’s no dry spot.
It’s been raining everyday,
Since I came back to my home.
The sunshine just can’t seem to stay,
Hurricanes and storms, won’t leave us alone.
I like the rain like everyone,
But it’s been over done a bit.
We’ll need a boat before we’re done,
I’m about to throw a fit.
There’s a fish just swimming by,
Waving his soggy fin at me.
All I could muster was a ‘hi’,
From my perch up in the tree.
Juan Olivarez
Shady forests, silence, steep slopes and breathtaking views over the deep lake, Furesøen.
The fragrance of heather and bog is like an instant journey into the Norwegian mountains.
I was in the middle of the forest. The clouds gathered and grew darker.
Soon I saw glimpses between the trees, the thunderstorm was over me.
I hate that! Suddenly you are turned into something very vulnerable and there was no car parked around the next corner.
Hours ago I went out of a bus with the intention of having a good long walk towards another bus on the edge of the forest.
I had to come up with a new idea also there were no mobile network.
Large old trees loomed in front of me on the narrow forest trail.
I had to find shelter fast. No more time to waste on my useless telephone.
My speed went up as the first rain started to fall.
Soon there were small rivers where nice trails had been just moments ago.
Weather change and consequences happens fast during these times.
I kept myself to the middle of the trail as the rain was pouring down and the thunderstorm grew in intensity.
Suddenly I heard a sound behind me and a runner passed me. We exchanged a few words urging on to each of our shelters.
Somehow it was nice to meet another human being in the middle of chaos.
When I found my bus at last I was completely soaked but very glad to be safe.
The following picture isn’t from that day.
I hadn’t got the time 🙂
I enjoy the authenticity and atmosphere in Roskilde.
The town where Roskilde Cathedral dominates the skyline surrounded by blurred fjords and rolling fields.
It’s always a pleasure to take a walk from the cathedral down to the Viking Ship Museum and on to the fjord.
Go out and explore in everyday life ❤
We are experience an exciting summer weather. Thunder and the most violent rainstorm I’ve ever experienced suddenly replace lovely sunshine.
When I drove home from the beach the other day a woman was heading home on her paddle board.
Bad weather was coming up and she looked fragile with her profile against The Oresund Bridge and the windmills and no visible coast.
But of course the coast wasn’t far away.
I got home before the storm broke loose but I wasn’t that lucky two days ago but that’s another story.
Did you get caught up in a thunderstorm recently and what steps did you take to stay safe?
Who would have thought it possible that a tiny little flower could preoccupy a person so completely that there simply wasn’t room for any other thought.
Sophie Scholl
And ‘t is my faith, that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
William Wordsworth
…One sweet hour with the fragrance of the red clover
Herman Hesse
HANNA'S WALK 
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