A pity with such a beautiful day!

Rule: A beautiful day makes you forget everything else
Exception: When you dig a bit deeper it actually makes you think about eternity

Ther is such a beautiful poem in Swedish about how the other side does not have anything to boast about, neither a little grey bird singing, nor a birch in white bloom. And yet, during the most beautiful summer day that you can imagine, it can happen that we long to pass over to the other side.

Understand me correctly, I am not suicidal. But I am aware of the other side, extra aware because my father passed that border in April. And today, with the birds singing, the flowers blooming, the trees all green and gently moving, the lake like a mirror - part of my thoughts are there.