To sit out at 10pm. Listening to the bumblebees, smelling the lavender, letting the wind fall softly on your skin, being embraced by the bright midnight late night sun.
The short Nordic summer after months and months and months of cold and ice and darkness. When the light fills every fibre of yout body, your senses open up to see everything hidden.
I guess you have to experience the heaviness of winter to love summer like we do here.
I took the photos out on the veranda outside our kitchen around 9pm last night. The sun went to sleep behind at hill at 10.09.