Still Alive......Dreaming of Daylight
Above: One of many stunning places in Norway
It's eating me up now, chewing slowly prolonging the fever and making me paranoid just thinking of the symptons. Its like you're not invited or welcomed out into the day, every journey is up hill, grit your teeth and try and focus on the destination only. Deprived of light the body simply doesn't function as it should, jet-lagged without the flight, unfocused without the distraction, and tired without the insomnia. It is an effort when you feel broken, but even a stopped clock tells the right time twice a day, and there's no other way but to get on with it, which is what we all do, then look back and laugh.....hopefully.
I am the man who remembers things, who likes to reminisce and talk about the fine details of events that are long gone, the details that made them special, amusing and memorable. I enjoy the look of wonder and thought on a friends face when these memories are pulled out of the ether and bought back to the forefront of another mind just for a small moment, that's magical. Now in my world of darkness, a world that is still kind of beautiful in an exposed, remote way, I am thinking of times when the air was crystal clear and the days were long and bright. The fjords in Norway was one of those times, a fairytale land that left you open mouthed round every corner, the dramatic landscape both sharp and smooth, shooting out of the ocean and inland lakes. Try and pick a favourite spot or view and you'll spend a lifetime there.


16 Comments:
stop
you had me at...
"i am the man who remembers things"
beautiful post.
len, how long until it comes back?
That is a beautiful country, the short days in winter notwithstanding.
Sophie --
Always a pleasure, it is true that I am never sure of when to stop, I thought I stopped short on this post?
lee --
We're still spiralling down into more darkness, even as I write. I am sure the sun is there somewhere, if only for a few hours each day, its just somewhere behind this great mass of misty, wet cloudy matter.
Zen --
It is true, Norway is a real looker.....I do have to say though, I have been very lucky with the weather while being there, but I think in Bergen it actually rains every 2 out of 3 days per year on average, and quite frankly, well - that's just a few too many. Ahh well, no one is perfect, still beautiful though.
The air looks so crisp! I'd love to visit but I don't do well in the cold.
A fine post all round. Pictures of Norway and an insight into Len's photographic memory.
I've enjoyed your total recall on many occasions. Long may it go on, hopefully over Christmas back in the 'hood.
PS Can't seem to sign in to comment on your page, mate.
chickybabe --
It is too cold even for a Brit in this part of the world, I often wonder how people who live even further north than me can cope with it all, but I guess these are the people who would just simply fry and be too warm in Oz maybe.
Winters --
I can read the comment but can't see your pic. Look forward to seeing you, I need a break badly.
When the air is crystal clear and the days are long and bright, what do you reminisce about, Len?
LB
Len,
Do you by chance eat that caviar in a tube stuff? I think it's a blue tube...
LB
Hello Lady Bonds,
I have indeed eaten the caviar from the tube, I may well be leaving this part of the world soon, and maybe a blog on foodstuffs is a good idea........or any blog since its been way too long. A Swedish friend of mine once told me that if he lived away from here then the one thing he would miss as much as anything would be the toothpaste type tube filled with fish eggs, I can't say I agree with him, but must respect his opinion all the same.
As for when the air is crystal clear and the days are long, I am thinking of a girl from Cyprus.....but can say no more.
To All who log on.....
I appreciate everyone who visits and reads what I write, I'm just sorry I have been so poor lately at writing entries......and reading other peoples, shame on me.
Great Post. cool pictures. I have had the pleasure of your memory which is an amazing scary memory.
The caviar toothpaste sounds quite interesting but maybe that is me being lazy
It's the second of february -how are you going, len?
Photographic memories.
I remember a photo of you, your brother and your father, a game had been played and there was a sign.
A true memory expressed, I hope, as a poet would?
It's now the 30th mArch -and STILL no new post from Len -ah, you just can't rush these things :).
Where are you?
` Aww, those darn mountains are blocking the view!
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