Mist. Moving and changing, distorting and confusing. Edges are blurred, object and reflection merge. The shrill cries of the seagulls contrast with the deep industrial clangs coming from the factory.
Before I realise it has happened, the mist has cleared and the sun shines, strong and warm. I am so excited: Spring has arrived in Ålvik at last. Immediately, the shimmering water looks inviting and hospitable. The grass is growing: it smells sweet.
The fjord is lit up and I can now see into its green depths. Slanted rays of sunlight pierce the water illuminating the tiny jellyfish as they propel their milky translucent bodies through the water.