Stairway to Heaven
On our final evening in Vik, Norway, the sky opened. Rays of light poured through the clouds like a stairway descending from beyond — quiet, golden, divine. We sat by the water in silence, unable to explain what we felt… only that it meant something. Some moments don’t need words — they speak through wonder.
On our final evening in Vik, Norway, the sky opened. Rays of light poured through the clouds like a stairway descending from beyond — quiet, golden, divine. We sat by the water in silence, unable to explain what we felt… only that it meant something. Some moments don’t need words — they speak through wonder.
On our final evening in Vik, Norway, the sky opened. Rays of light poured through the clouds like a stairway descending from beyond — quiet, golden, divine. We sat by the water in silence, unable to explain what we felt… only that it meant something. Some moments don’t need words — they speak through wonder.