Sailing through the fjords of Norway is like entering a stage, on which your dream will unfold, with sky for a roof and shaded by clouds, which soak sunrays, while they float changing outlines.
All around are birds, feathered dinosaurs, which rein in this space defined by the plane of water and confined by dominating, vertical rocks.
Thus, staring into the eyes of graceful seagulls is like probing into the heart of mystery, that will never be understood.
Perhaps we need these experiences to realize the power of natural forces that form our place in the world. And that is why it is worth observing them carefully and sketch their shapes, so they do not disappear in the fog of forgetfulness.