People, life and rays of sunshine

I can't help but wonder how the people I’ve met through life are doing. The special souls who’ve touched my heart, who crossed paths with me for a while and became part of moments I still carry. Some were brief, some lasting, but all of them shaped how I remember certain days. Certain places. Certain versions of myself.

I’m sitting at the dining table, the last rays of sunshine brushing over the terrace. There’s a quiet stillness in the room, but inside, something stirs. It’s not exactly warmth - it’s more like a soft ache. A kind of nostalgia. A longing. For people, for moments, for something I can’t quite name.

Part of me longs to move, to travel again, to meet new souls and revisit old memories. But I’m also learning that freedom isn’t only found far from home. It’s here too - in quiet evenings in Aarhus, in slow mornings with my loved one, in the simple act of being present. I want to live freely, wherever I am. To live from the heart. Still. Always.

Back to the last rays of sunshine. There’s something about sunsets that opens the heart. They whisper to the past and sing to the dreams that haven’t happened yet. And I feel them both tonight - the ache and the hope. The gratitude for having known such souls, and the quiet yearning to meet more. To live fully. To feel freely. To keep saying yes to life, again and again. (which can be easier written but felt / lived sometimes).