Swedish Summers

Being an Indian summers aren't something I should yearn for but surprisingly this time it has been pretty different. Few days back I stood next to my window side and I silently thanked the mild sun glaring out of the blue sky for my Summer of 69 (pun intended). 

Those who think Gothenburg is all about cold and harsh winters, dear get the facts right. Gothenburg enjoys a temperate climate. Summer days are long with abundant daylight and bright sunshine. Here the daytime temperature varies from 15 to 25 degree Celsius and the summer sky gets dim to twilight and then lights up again. One can find people everywhere around, in the city center, in the parks taking sun bath and in the outdoor cafes catching up with their pals as the mighty Sun barely dips below the horizon. What a sight it is!

Entire city seems drenched in splash of colors and basking the warmth of Sun. For Swedes summers are like a religion and midsummer is nothing less than a party time. People indulge in festivities and outdoor celebrations. Midsummer Day is celebrated on a weekend closest to June 24. People gather in parks and raise a "Midsummer pole" which is decorated with flowers, leaves and flags. One can feel the merriment in the air.

I must say there is something alluring about long days and the bright evenings. Though I was home for the initial part of the summers but luckily I was well on time to experience almost a month of summer bliss! My friend and I went out for summer sale shopping. We roamed around the city, went walking through the meadows, volunteered for a food festival and tasted some good cuisines. Not to miss the amazing dip in the waters of Stensjön under the azure sky. To sum it up, it was summers experienced like never before.

Swedish summers. Goodbye till we meet next!

Wanderer

I walked through the thick forests deep down to the river side
Though in an awry I could see the nature wreathing in its pride
Bright sky with the majestic sun made it a surreal sight
and the little bird within wanted to take flight.

Drenched in happiness and soaking in joy
With an innocent simper on my foolish young face
I ran across the meadows, chasing the shadows
Take a leap of faith he said with a sly smile 
But, I was already tired walking miles.

He was near yet so far 
My happiness seemed trapped in a jar
With courage muttered up, I walked
It appeared to be close and then everything faded.