I am back home, inside, looking out, not flying the world again and again, east of the sun, west of the moon.
I will turn my head inside, to look at my home, to be among my own belongings, my own family, my own flowers and books. To sit down with Marta to learn more English words, to have a mother/daughter chat with Ingrid, to phone my boys, have a cup of afternoon coffee with Terje To be. In my own home.
Photo: from our Copenhagen walk