i dream of the tundra.
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after 13 agonizing months of waiting, of dreaming, of desire, finally a long awaited moment would almost come to pass.
i grew up in a country where sunshine is almost ethereal and the warmth embraced me from the beginning. then growing up, i was fed with books and fairytales from my loving mother. strangely, the fairytales i read were not from my land, the stories were woven from far far away, where castles, kings & queens, prince & princesses, dragons, elves, witches, wizards, faeries and many more mythical creatures of magic.
but my favorite of all the fairytales ive read was "the snow queen". i am sure you know about the adventures of gerda and kaj but what made me fascinated was the depiction of the landscape of the realm of the snow queen, being cold, barren, devoid, white and lonely where summer never seems to have effect on the vast wide-open space of nothing.
as a child, i yearned for it, i dreamt of it. how it was like to run freely in a place where the whiteness of moving mountains clashes with the cold, with strong winds, with a tempestous weather, with the nothing - in a small universe within the universe that had been created in its own. a tundra.
in a month, i will be there, finally to be able to feel what i hold dear. i do not know what to expect. books, pictures and stories can be deceiving. only an experience of being there can justify what has been written.
as the sun slowly fades and hides away to sleep, of october moon and rusty skies, where frost creeps slowly into the earth, where fiery hues of red and orange paints the landscape of the moving mountains, i will stand on a piece of time. yes, autumn is my favorite time of the year. where melancholy is my eden.
i dream of it.
i yearn for it.