This post is a quiet greeting from the motorhome, with warm coffee in my hands and the last days of summer in view. It’s about nieces who remind me of life’s playfulness, about a summer slowly wrapping up – and about finding small moments of joy even when longing still lives in the heart.
Morning Coffee and a Rain That Almost Hurt
Here I am again. The coffee is warm, and my body is slowly waking up after last night’s rain. It poured down – not a gentle patter on the roof, but more like nails falling from the sky. But I’m awake now. The coffee warms my hands, and my body awakens, inch by inch.
Two Little Girls and a Reminder About Life
My husband’s brother is staying further down the campsite with two adorable little girls. They are both Paw Patrol and – as one of them proudly said – mighty.
They showed us their tricks and how fast they could run. Two bright little souls who, with all their charm, reminded us what life is like as a child: invincible, playful, and full of imagination.
“I am mighty!” – sometimes that’s all the life philosophy you need.
The Summer Winds Down
Today we are heading home. Unpacking the motorhome. The vacation is over – a little sad, but somehow also okay. It’s August 1st, the tail end of summer.
It’s been a lovely summer, though windy and a bit chilly except for the last few weeks. Many trips with LVL^2, plenty of swims, and countless cozy evenings in the motorhome. Different from past summers, but fun and full of lessons. Memories of the summer of 2025.
Autumn Will Be Mine
Now autumn is waiting, and I’ve made up my mind:
Swim three days a week in Uddevalla
Create a daily routine that brings energy
Finish writing Vinghästen, so the story can finally be complete
Maybe I’ll even start my early morning swims again, depending on how the days unfold.
The Quiet Rest of Longing
The sorrow that weighed heavy yesterday has settled down today. It rests quietly now, no longer quite as heavy. It’s possible to find joy, even with the longing for my son and grandchildren.
Soon little Emilia has her birthday. Last year she got drawing supplies – she is so talented at drawing. This year, I don’t really know what she likes anymore. Today we’re also buying a present for my daughter’s partner – that one I’ve already figured out.
Small joys of everyday life weigh more than you think.
Between the Lines
The morning is quiet. My coffee is warm. This is where I land – in the simple things, in the now, in the summer just about to turn into autumn.
Closing Words
And so this summer ends – with coffee as my companion and autumn as the next chapter. Life continues in its gentle rhythm, with swimming laps, writing time, and small everyday joys that make the heart beat softer.
Quote: Yesterday has already laid down to rest in history; it can no longer be lived, only remembered. Tomorrow waits farther ahead, out there in the distance. But right now – this is where the breath comes, and life happens. – Carina Ikonen Nilsson
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