timmyjimi

Thursday was the first day it really felt like Spring here. I had a visit from my cousin Adam last weekend, and he managed to take in Winter’s last stand with fresh snow, low clouds and cold temperatures. Since then, the weather has finally started surrendering to the new season. I took a walk to the river, following fresh moose tracks and passing by a pair of swans that are nesting in the flooded golf course behind my house. The ice on the river is steadily retreating to its banks, fragmenting into twenty inch thick chunks and floating south while the sunlight glitters like seven thousand diamonds on the surface. I spotted my first flower, a stunted yellow weed reaching up to the sun, which is itself rising higher in the sky with each new day, dawning before I awake to see it and lighting the northern horizon until ten-thirty at night.

It is now ten-thirty Saturday morning, and I am drinking coffee at my window before driving to my last shift at Koia. Closing day of the season is tomorrow, and then it’s time to start packing. I met with my new bosses from Sognefjell yesterday, who drove into town and met me at Koia to fill out the forms for extending my residency. I will be starting there on the eighth of May after returning from a week’s vacation in Malta.