OUT IN THE ARCHIPELAGOYou can almost feel it from here. The ferry pulling away from the quay, the city thinning behind you, and ahead only water and granite and the low green islands scattered toward the horizon. Somewhere out there is a wooden jetty warm from the afternoon, a slow dinner that runs past midnight, a morning with nowhere to be.
Ängby Walker, Brännö II and Sandhamn were made for that somewhere — for sun-bleached decks and bare-stone shorelines, for the unhurried drift of an archipelago summer where the only thing on the schedule is the light. |
