A few minutes to twelve.
Midnight prevails.
But still, there are twelve hours to go.
It’s midday
I haven’t done much this morning.
Not yet.
Things to do, possible and exciting
overwhelm me.
Including all things required
to do before nightfall.
In front of me
a display window made out of thick glass.
Covering a second-hand bookshop
Inside I could find anything I want,
and learn.
It’s evening now
The shop is closed.
I remain out there, freezing.
Mostly hands and feet.
But even further in.
Only a few hours left until midnight.
Next morning
I got the message
A close friend passed away last night.
He went out walking
Pain in his chest and limbs.
Wanted to cure himself.
went down to the local sauna.
Never came back.
Göran Stille 
So beautifully expressed, Göran. I am so, so sorry for your loss. My deepest condolences. In a way it’s a beautiful way to walk from this world, but of course for those loved ones left behind, it’s a devastating shock. Sending much love.
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Thanks, Nadine!
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I can only imagine with this isolation going on in the world, how we are all not in the right frame of our minds. Walking outside while it is freezing, looking at the bookshop and the emptiness in the streets and your friend passing on can keep you quiet for days and even months. I am really sorry for your loss. I feel bad about all that is happening. I hope you are staying with your family. Sending you lots of love x
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Thank you Bridgid!
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