The Place We Always Knew
Olden Fjord, Norway — our third day on the road, my first time in this land, and yet it felt deeply familiar. The stillness of the water, the way the boat waited quietly, and the echo of something ancient in the air. I had just met Juni, but it was as if our paths had long been drawn to meet here. This place holds my heart — not only for its beauty, but for the beginning it offered.
Olden Fjord, Norway — our third day on the road, my first time in this land, and yet it felt deeply familiar. The stillness of the water, the way the boat waited quietly, and the echo of something ancient in the air. I had just met Juni, but it was as if our paths had long been drawn to meet here. This place holds my heart — not only for its beauty, but for the beginning it offered.
Olden Fjord, Norway — our third day on the road, my first time in this land, and yet it felt deeply familiar. The stillness of the water, the way the boat waited quietly, and the echo of something ancient in the air. I had just met Juni, but it was as if our paths had long been drawn to meet here. This place holds my heart — not only for its beauty, but for the beginning it offered.