There is a specific kind of silence that only exists in the late Nordic winter. It is the sound of a world tucked under a heavy blanket of frost, holding its breath. In Norway and Sweden, we call this feeling Vårlengsel, the intense longing for Spring.

The sky is like a giant picture book that never ran out of pages. You just had to be still enough to read it.” Caught between ancient stone and drifting clouds, a small life finds the infinite space of imagination in the Great Sea above.