Scenes from a Swedish Sunrise

I’m a writer. I like painting a picture with words—trying to figure out how to describe thoughts, feelings, and experiences in a way that gives them a seeming tangibility. I love color, and texture, and sometimes, stream-of-consciousness, run-on sentences.

I enjoy the challenge of attempting to convey personal, singular moments of insight into something that resonates more universally with the broader human experience.

But there are times where words are extraneous, unnecessary, and even inadequate.

Sometimes, pictures really are worth a thousand words–where images say more than a person’s account ever could.

I often find this to be the case with nature. We want to articulate what we see with our eyes, but the vocabulary we draw from cannot fully describe the magnitude of what we feel inside as we look out at the world in front of us.

I don’t think this is always a bad thing; of course, we want to be able to convey how we feel, especially when it comes from a space that has been deeply touched by something of beauty. Just because we can’t do it justice, doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be able to try.

But this time, I’m going to let the pictures talk. Instead of trying to write about how I felt when I experienced these moments, I’m just going to share the photos. They will say more than I ever could.

I took them a few mornings ago when I went out for a morning walk. It was the first sunrise I’d seen in several months, because I am in Sweden, and during the summer the sun starts rising far too early for even this uber-morning person.