I arrived in Sweden,
On the coldest day since I left.
But the warm smiles put me at ease.
My first statement in the house:
"I'm so glad to be back."



Excerpt from the scribble pad -

On Swedish Grounds.

The pre-trip rush and flight hours,
Meant a thesis untouched for days.
It gives a feeling of incompetency & wasted time,
Yet a sweet sensation of escapism.

Hopped on the bus instead of the express train,
To savour the last minutes of what might be
The last arrival for the next few years.

The light and colours of the trees and sky,
Really makes me smile at the land's beauty.
There is just some unpathomable comfort in the space.
I can let the sun shine right onto my face,
Without the annoyance of heat nor glare.
I really like autumn.
And Sweden.

I am sure I will cry when I bid farewell.