The sun is going down and the birds have gone bananas, singing. So many melodies, all at once. The sounds here.
Earlier today, it hailed. We were sitting in the glass veranda, and the pearls of ice hitting the glass ceiling made for such a harmonious soundtrack. The monotony allowing erratic and ambivalent thoughts to fall into place.
The resident Hundby eagle made an appearance on the lake, making Dries almost jump out of his skin of excitement. And later, a family of roe deer walked by, lazily eyeing us through the windows.
Katja Malmborg 