(I’ve lived in this amazing country for almost eight years. Buried in my blog’s Archives are many emotions and experiences from my first years as an expatriate. I’d like to let them see the light again! So, on occasional Fridays, I’ll share my favorites in a “Flashback Friday” type of reblog format.)
In April 2007, a couple months after moving to Norway, MacKenzie and I were out on our usual path. The surrounding mountain silhouettes had become familiar to me, and in looking at those mountains I usually found myself in “deep thought” introspective moments while my dog happily sniffed the new smells. This particular walk was no exception, and I came home and wrote a few thoughts about it.
I still wrestle with the deep thoughts (don’t we all??), but at least I have the answer to the question I ask in my original post: what’s the “path of white”? I don’t have a photo of it from that moment, but here it is after the snow disappeared:
It was from the old cable cars, and the trees that had been chopped for it. And since that day in 2007, it’s been rebuilt and is running again:
April 8, 2007
This afternoon I strolled along the walkway around the lake at the bottom of the gravel path outside of my apartment. It was peaceful in today’s Easter Sunday rain, with the ducks enjoying the puddles on the path. Of course they scurried away when they saw a dog coming their way. The seagulls seemed to be having a convention out in the middle of the water, squawking and splashing as they jockeyed for position in a semi-circle.
I looked up to the clouds- and fog- shrouded mountains that surround Bergen, noticing the bits of snow left on those mountains. It seemed to add a depth to their early spring grayness. Then I noticed a band of white cascading down, and thought it was a huge waterfall emerging and tumbling along the steep slope from the snow in the mountains and rain in the city that had occurred the last few days.