I’m standing down by Feskekôrka (Fishermans Market) in Gothenburg. It’s the second Sunday of Advent and the canal lies still in the light drizzle.
The lights reflect on the quiet evening and the Christmas feeling is starting to creep in. No people around, just me heading out with the camera in the rain.
It turned into a calm moment, the kind where you feel how peaceful everything can be when the city takes a breath.