HANNA'S WALK

A September Morning

The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if newborn; There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration in the air, Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet.~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 

The Light

Yesterday was a wonderful day by the seaside. An unexpected summer day. The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight, Moon… Read More

En omvej før aftensmaden

Jeg manglede et par ting til aftensmaden. Dem kan jeg sagtens have med, selvom jeg tager cyklen, tænkte jeg. Vejret var begyndt at klare op, og jeg kunne godt nå en lille omvej på vej til købmanden. Det… Read More