It is really a gift of life. An eternal moment. I am having them more frequently these days. This picture was taken by Marco during one of such moments. The moment when time itself is unhinged. Neither passing nor still. When ones focus is neither sharp nor blurred. You can hear, see, smell and feel everything and nothing.
Things seem to unravels out of their duality. You are neither here nor there. Not on land and not at sea or in the air. You are not happy per say and not unhappy either. Theres no past and no present. No good, no evil. Some would say its when «time stands still». It could last the period between a split second or longer, even much much longer – during such moments, the concepts of time and space are non-existent.
Like now, im watching the sunset, paddling, Makeba on my ear. At first my heartbeat matches the beating of her patapata drums. An eager sway follows each scoop of the salty water. There is no single soul out here, this is lovely … then im gone …. until baby Aleni’s screech from Gamlehytta, the family cabin, pierces the smooth evening breeze, disintegrating the moment… and I don’t know anymore how long i have been a sitting duck on these beautiful waters at Lamholmen. (Republished Facebook post).