The small black fishing hut stands by itself on the northernmost peninsula in the land of the midnight sun.
From inside, the sun streams through the antique lace curtains that cover the small window. Even though it is early evening, the sun shines brightly in the sky.
The gentle sound of the waves lures you out of your tranquil retreat to the beach.
A brisk wind greets you when you step outside the front door.
The path to the beach starts at the end of the garden by the smokehouse shack. Here a stack of lobster pots and a weatherbeaten white rowing boat have been turned upsidedown.
The neat, straight path is overgrown by blackberry, purple heather and rosehip bushes that have grown wild on either side of the trail. The brambles are high enough that you cannot see over the top.
You reach the white sandy beach and walk out on the peninsula. A sandy spit that juts out into the water. Here the Baltic Sea and the North Sea meet supernaturally with an invisible barrier. One side is dark green, the other indigo blue.
The tide has strewn Jellyfish and purple starfish that shimmer on top of iridescent pink seaweed.
Bracing yourself, you take off your clothes and walk into the gentle surf.
At first, you can hardly bear how cold the water is, but when you do, the water feels refreshing to the core of your soul.
After the swim, you wrap your shivering body up in a soft blue towel and let the summer evening rays warm your salty skin.
A flock of birds fly overhead.
You feel restored and weary at the same time. You stay like this for a while. Listening to the sound of the waves, and the birds who make their home here every summer.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.