Last song
Been and paddled on 24th of December.Supposed to be a merry rainbow flotilla of five kayaks, mais none. Only us two chickens, boss… well, not really, as the third chicken found us in the middle of the fjord to tell us that she’s in hurry and merry-christmas-off-I-go.
But never mind.
People - the bathing people, see - took pictures of us, imagine :)
My companion is known to fancy himself as a singer, so singing he did. It was as paddling with a radio on. Nothing you can do about, only to endure and wait for the better. In the end, he kindly asked what song I liked better. I honestly answered: the last one. I didn’t say, that I liked it because I thought it was the last one – I’d like any last song per default (that’s the major feature of mine) – it’s being Christmas and all – and immediately I’s rewarded by the repeating of the favourite. You like it or not.
None the less.
The bleak sun of Scandinavian winter painted the tops of the low hills in peach-pink: you could eat it with a tea spoon.
On the way home, had Orion plastered across my windscreen for 20 min: bright stars sending their light through brazillions of time and space units to humour me…
….then the road turned.
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Same with the paddling chickens, babe :)
...then there would be a tiny chance for me to fall in love in you.
Or wishing it. At least.