Sometimes you fall in love with light. You think it’s the person or the place you’re falling for, but in fact the light filters through a cloud or slants in through a window a certain way and there’s a subtle shift. Everything seems full of meaning.
When I think of places with special light I remember Venice. And London. And Greece. And California. Each one unique.
I haven’t been to Sweden yet, but I’m intrigued by its light.