I stand at the top of “Götaplatsen” in Gothenburg, looking out over the Avenue. Darkness has fallen.
Poseidon stands as he always has, strong and proud against the sky.
The whole avenue is dressed in Christmas decorations and lights, brightening the winter evening. It is Lucia. Christmas is near.
I take a deep breath, letting the evening sink in, and my thoughts turn to peace, calm, and quiet.