My kitchen window is alive for a few weeks. Plants which have hibernated in the coldroom in the basement are on their way to their summer residence out in the Blue Garden. On their way they stop for a few weeks in my kitchen, waiting for the outdoor temperature to rise.
Meanwhile I enjoy their growth. I follow their search for light, I want to strech my arms against the morning sun together with their sparkling green leaves and playful buds. I share their anticipation and waiting for the long and light summer ahead. I try to shera their contentment in being HERE, NOW.
A snow shower passes by. The outdoor temperature drops several degrees, but inside it is warm and cosy. On the oven an ironpot filled with soup is doing her work, a spicy fragrance is filling the room. I open a cupboard and find plates and glasses, silverware in a drawer, I fill a mug with cold, tapped water. "Alltid klassisk" (Always Classic) on the radio plays Wagner. The table is laid and I read my mail - two belated birthday cards, a handmade cartoon booklet. Surrounded by friends.
I am in the middle of now, in the middle of the day, in the middle of life. And I stop time just a few seconds to breath NOW just one more time.
