The Crack of Light Surrounded by Gray Days

Before the summer early in August skipped the middle phase and changed page to autumn directly, the days have become grey only as only the West Coast of Sweden gray can be. The color above has no shape, no depth, no dimension at all besides hanging low and yet look like it’s a gray eternity. Just before this shift of seasons I was out running in no t-shirt and sweated together an average of 75-95 km per week, of walking and running. Suddenly we’re at home and playing at home with Florens due to the rain outside. 35km per week now, no running, only steps. Lazy times indeed. This has also sparked our plans for the next great trip. I got an older VW combi and there are some things to be fixed and new tyres coming up next week. Then some other practicalities and we’re ready to go.

One day was really windy and we got out, I also got out later that night to watch the meteor shower that, driving out to the middle of nowhere with Billy Idol on cassette playing in the car.

 

Baby Florens, a windy day in the park. Photo: Sanjin Đumišić. Lisa with baby Florens and a dandelion. Photo: Sanjin Đumišić.

 

My computer is a magnet for my girls. Great music, great tabs opened, always something there for them while I’m still in bed.

 

Lisa with baby Florens, kitchen music fun. Lisa with baby Florens, kitchen music fun.

 

Before we travel anywhere things need to be boxed, books and photographs protected. But other than that, we’re minimalists so there’s not much. This box has wheels so I put Florens inside and drove around. She’s otherwise very keen on getting inside boxes, no matter the shape or size.

 

Sanjin with Florens in a rolling box. Photo: Lisa Sinclair.Baby Florens inside boxes. Photo: Lisa Sinclair.

 

 

How the Hours…

The song below is the mood setter for these types of days. There’s been a new release from In Gowan Ring and I’ve ordered the vinyl, t-shirt and all that. B’ee is a legend and really one of a kind for a long time to come.

 

 

Staring out of the window

How the clouds are moving slow

Watching their broken fragments

As the tea is on the stove

 

Floor is scattered paper

And the dishes all undone

Before I get my life in line

I’ll write me one more song

 

How the hours sing along

Their solemn requiem

Open sky before me

Behold me now just as I am

 

Listen here you old big world

Beyond my own mind’s door

If you come a-knocking

Mind you ain’t no bore

 

‘Cause if you’s gonna clamor

Awake my weary dream

You ought at least to offer

For my tea some cream

 

How the hours sing aloud

Their solemn requiem

Open sky before me

Behold me now just as I am

 

I have some time for thinking

When nothing else is mine

When I got the world to please

I cannot find the rhyme

 

Yeah, when I lose my rhythm

Where that I can float

Seems without a river

Ain’t much use a boat

 

How the hours sing along

Their solemn requiem

Open sky before me

Behold me now just as I am

 

The trees just keep on growing

And the sky still making rain

When I wake I know that

For me it is the same

 

Ask me why I’m living

I’ll say it always was

Ask why the sun is giving

And you see it don’t need a cause

 

How the hours sing along

Their solemn requiem

Open sky before me

Behold me now just as I am

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