Written in October 2018
Botanical garden of Lyon. There is something special about the stillness in a garden located in the middle of the city. The trees painted yellow by autumn, being reflected in the milky turquoise water of the lake. I can sense, more than hear, the bustle of the streets behind the trees – species I don’t know the names of – but here, the mist lies like a blanket over every sound. Only the hungry ducks take up any space in the soundscape. This is one of those moments out of time.
Katja Malmborg 