The Airportline: Observations

I traveled north and south yesterday. North through the brown Swedish landscape and then south over the thick clouds. I fell asleep leaning on the train window as small Swedish towns passed me by. They stood still as if they wanted to hold time. I was in Sweden for a week. But it felt like a year. Or an hour. I told someone.

I left the light snowflakes behind at Stockholm Central and a few hours later I was walking from Amsterdam Lelylaan station towards my home in a thunder storm. I think we all struggle a bit when fall comes and steals all that energy that we recklessly threw around us this past summer. But the melancholia that seems forever built into the gray clouds, the cold rain, and the wind that blow through our clothes also evoke creativity. Two days ago you met Friday Hyvönen by a piano, today you meet Jens Lekman with a guitar. He is another amazing storyteller from Sweden who sings a heartwarming song about a love affair in the cold Swedish winter.