A particularly lovely evening today in particularly lovely company - we live in dark times, and in all honesty times have always been dark, just that there have been these accidental islands and moments of civilization. So what I now call dark would for most people in most times be ridiculously light. Who knows what will be but the long views will always be there, glimpsed from whatever hell or whichever fleeting resting place there is. But we will always have them and the moments of directly witnessing them, like in the Nordic summer evening, the long shadows impossibly late, the evening light on our faces:
Jag skall minnas den här stunden. Stillheten och skymningen. En skål med smultron, en skål med mjölk. Era ansikten i kvällsljuset. Mikael som ligger och sover, Jof med sitt strängspel. Jag skall försöka komma ihåg vad vi talat om. Och jag skall bära det här minnet mellan mina händer lika försiktigt som vore det en skål breddfylld med nymjölkad mjölk.
