Sometimes it was so beautiful it made Raksha ache; when the sun set over the silhouettes of buildings on the far side of the bay and bathed Haga Palace and the rest of the world in a soft apricot light. She hadn’t seen the world’s beauty before now: the cobwebs glistening between the sodden tree-trunks, the clean smell of earth emanating from the ground at this time of year…It seemed to me there was a special luminosity about this place, but it might simply have been the glint on the water. Sometimes, in my mind, a hole opened up in the heavens above and an ethereal light trickled down through the layers of grey cloud and when it filtered between the trees it was like no other light. It was golden, a golden glow from another world.
— Sara Stridsberg, The Antarctica of Love: A Novel. Translated by Deborah Bragan-Turner. (Farrar, Straus and Girous, January 18, 2022)
DK Photo @ 6:15 am this morning. More photos from this morning’s walk here.