text and images britt-arnhild
Three pm. Me walking from my new office over to the Archbishop´s Palace and the old office.
Sun in my eyes. Made it hard to see the pathway. The ice. Made it easy to see that longer days are on their way.
It started with a letter. A penpal through 17 years. Bad news.
I couldn´t believe when I read,
It continued through out the day. A phone call, an email. Words across a table.
The more I got the smaller I became.
In the end I felt I could creep into the wall and become invisible.
Hide from the world.
But the days are becoming longer. The sun is rising.
Life will go on.
I will survive.
Shadows are here to show us the difference between light and dark.
