Sweet Home Sweden

On my arrival to Sweden the temperature sank to under zero, snow, rain altered each other and, I remembered why I left this sweet home of mine…..

There might be  places I rather want to be right now, but there is always a part of me which belongs to you, my cold feet and fingers keep you in my mind all over the world, the pouring rains on the other side of this planet makes me smell home and feel close to you.

The summer sun, the long never ending nights, that magical light, the snow which lights up when we have no sun at all, you might be cold and wet but you are always the best part of me….

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