Blasieholmen

I wake early, well before the alarm. Don't know why I set it, the sun is a better start to any morning. A cool current of air moves in from the balcony, whispering of stability and safety. 

Safety. 

Make my way through an old part of town, a royal castle heavysat at the horizon, seagulls whispering of the proximity to an ocean. In the distant, on another island, lies the church that was once my beacon home, but it's been so many years now, although some things never feel like too long ago. 

Some people don't either. 

The boat makes its way through the archipelago, out to the open sea. Three hours to an island at the ends of the earth, she laughs when you ask if there is Wi-Fi to work. Your doctor writes to check in on you and you have nothing to say but smiles, you are nothing now but poetry, in your snail shell lies only bathing suits that haven't dried yet, you've worked so hard to find the meaning of life only to realize it was all 

so

simple.