Enqi checking the photos she took of me. On this day I wore my chuck taylors out, silly me, and froze my toes so bad i bought a pack of 5 pairs of socks. I wore 3 pairs over the one I was already wearing once we were in a cafe. 

Enqi taking a picture of me taking a picture of her. Enqi taking a picture of me taking a picture of her.

Enqi taking a picture of me taking a picture of her.

Enqi tying a bun. Enqi tying a bun.

Enqi tying a bun.

It’s sam!

Ducks at the water near the Halmstad city library. 

Faceless in Halmstad.
This was on the first day we landed there. Everything was blanketed in soft snow. It was the first time I saw snow in my life. It was so cold and my hands would burn from the cold but I couldn’t stop touching everything. It was like we were all babies again, re-discovering this new world by touching all that was new.  Faceless in Halmstad.
This was on the first day we landed there. Everything was blanketed in soft snow. It was the first time I saw snow in my life. It was so cold and my hands would burn from the cold but I couldn’t stop touching everything. It was like we were all babies again, re-discovering this new world by touching all that was new.  Faceless in Halmstad.
This was on the first day we landed there. Everything was blanketed in soft snow. It was the first time I saw snow in my life. It was so cold and my hands would burn from the cold but I couldn’t stop touching everything. It was like we were all babies again, re-discovering this new world by touching all that was new.  Faceless in Halmstad.
This was on the first day we landed there. Everything was blanketed in soft snow. It was the first time I saw snow in my life. It was so cold and my hands would burn from the cold but I couldn’t stop touching everything. It was like we were all babies again, re-discovering this new world by touching all that was new. 

Faceless in Halmstad.

This was on the first day we landed there. Everything was blanketed in soft snow. It was the first time I saw snow in my life. It was so cold and my hands would burn from the cold but I couldn’t stop touching everything. It was like we were all babies again, re-discovering this new world by touching all that was new. 

If I close my eyes and will myself hard enough, I can remember how the cool marble at the window felt like and how the stairs would creak every time enqi climbed up to her bed on the top bunk. I think what I remember most is how the bed feels. I had woken up every day telling myself that this morning was a precious thing because I had woken up in this bed, beneath this rough blanket. It meant that I was given the gift of one more day in Halmstad. If I close my eyes and will myself hard enough, I can remember how the cool marble at the window felt like and how the stairs would creak every time enqi climbed up to her bed on the top bunk. I think what I remember most is how the bed feels. I had woken up every day telling myself that this morning was a precious thing because I had woken up in this bed, beneath this rough blanket. It meant that I was given the gift of one more day in Halmstad.

If I close my eyes and will myself hard enough, I can remember how the cool marble at the window felt like and how the stairs would creak every time enqi climbed up to her bed on the top bunk. I think what I remember most is how the bed feels. I had woken up every day telling myself that this morning was a precious thing because I had woken up in this bed, beneath this rough blanket. It meant that I was given the gift of one more day in Halmstad.

At Copenhagen airport boarding the plane in the midst of winter. The winds whipped snow off the ground and onto our faces. I remember my hair whipping and the cold biting. But still, I remember an hour before, sitting behind a glass with a salmon bagel and coffee warm in my hands, looking out and thinking that the way the snow danced off the ground in swirls was a thing of wonder. At Copenhagen airport boarding the plane in the midst of winter. The winds whipped snow off the ground and onto our faces. I remember my hair whipping and the cold biting. But still, I remember an hour before, sitting behind a glass with a salmon bagel and coffee warm in my hands, looking out and thinking that the way the snow danced off the ground in swirls was a thing of wonder.

At Copenhagen airport boarding the plane in the midst of winter. The winds whipped snow off the ground and onto our faces. I remember my hair whipping and the cold biting. But still, I remember an hour before, sitting behind a glass with a salmon bagel and coffee warm in my hands, looking out and thinking that the way the snow danced off the ground in swirls was a thing of wonder.

Sun setting behind the fort.