I walked around the bay last night
to a new, slower rhythm,
Eva Dahlgren's latest streaming through the ears.
(The album title Jag sjunger ljuset - I sing light
is exactly what she does...
In my humble opinion
she also sings images & fragrances,
an ethereal beauty.)
Plants in the confines
of the closed wintergardens
pressed against the sizzling evening sun,
a cherry tree stretching its
tender, blooming branches towards the light.
Everything in bloom.