1934 August 1 - Bergen, Norway

Artistic creation

As the first of August heralds the waning of summer, I prepare to depart from the tranquility of the countryside. These weeks have been a testament to the timeless cycle of growth and repose, a period of rejuvenation amidst the steadfastness of the natural world.

The midnight sun, reluctant to leave the sky, has been a constant companion, its golden light a cloak over the land. I have wandered through the wildflowers and along the mountain streams, each step a meditation on the enduring beauty of the world. The fjords, with their mirrored surfaces, reflect not just the physical splendor of Norway but also the inner calm that this journey has reinstated within me.

On this final evening, I stand once more upon the hill, observing the slow dance of the heavens. Stars begin to pierce the twilight, timid at first, then with growing confidence as the night deepens. This celestial display, unmarred by the passage of time, is a stark contrast to the ever-quickening pulse of the world beyond these shores.

With a heart filled with peace, I bid farewell to the countryside. My departure is not marked by sadness, but with the silent promise of return. For in the quiet of the Norwegian wilderness, I am reminded of the eternal nature of my being, the continuous thread that binds me to this land and to the myriad experiences of the world.