September has been heavy.
There was the whole climate crisis thing that I’ve been able to keep at a distance since I started studying geography, look rationally upon without getting emotionally pulled down. For some reason, now, though, it’s come back to me and I’ve felt quite out of balance.
At the same time, there’s a refugee crisis on the borders of Europe – and not that it was any news to me, they’ve been talking about the flow of refugees coming across the Mediterranean for years in the radio shows that I subscribe to. But now that everyone is talking about it, everywhere, it’s become suffocating. I don’t know what to do. While at the same time having so many different things to do at work.
The ground has been shaking under my feet.
But I bike to and from work every day, rain or shine. Autumn has slowly strengthened its grip on Stockholm, and I’m amazed at how different, how beautiful my way to work can look.
Like the mist over the Royal Palace.
Or the density of gray from Slussen in a rainstorm.
Or the soft shimmer of sunset behind Södermalm from the Strömbron bridge.
It keeps me up. My beautiful Stockholm.
Katja Malmborg 