A Place Where the Wind Returns

Since moving to Denmark, I have spent much more time on my own.

In the quiet, thoughts sometimes become tangled. There are days when I find myself making up my mind too quickly, or when my heart feels as heavy and still as a stone.

When I begin to believe that my own perspective is the only one, I try to let my thoughts drift with the wind, gently setting down the weight I have been carrying.

It is not about letting go of everything, nor about surrendering myself completely.

I simply want to leave enough space for a new breeze to find its way in.

The sky here changes its expression many times in a single day.

As I watch those quiet shifts, it feels as though the wind slowly finds its way back into me.