Nordic Haze
Languid pervasive sadness of these Nordic landscapes
A certain sense of unobtrusive yet brash quietness amidst overwhelming calm
Beneath which inscrutable cloak of heavy silence that eternal struggle of life defining its existence
Is ever exerting itself in struggles sublime, mainly unseen, yet no less compelling
Awareness is pedantically heavy and quiet
Pervasive weight of vast open spaces
A seeming presence in rousing loneliness
An overwhelming presence and that seeming stillness has defined its inhabitants
There is an active hedging of unnecessary excess in these places
A preference for not being obvious but melding into grey average generalness
Places that seem so remote and distant from terrestrial norm
Yet how these quietness worms itself into wary stranger’s heart
Remoulded, reconfigured and perspectives reset
Acquired experiences displaced and cast aside
Novelty of entry into a world so different, one merges and becomes
In a manner of living, a quiet Nordic presence of hushed voices, limited utterances and gently accepting –
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