A new day. The last one had never really ended, to be honest. Instead, the light stayed up all night, performing a broad, milky red stripe on the horizon. Stretched out in bed, I listened to the sound of seabirds, before I went to sleep. Fresh coffee in the morning, free-ranging hens in a neighbor’s garden, a car arriving, two tourists taking a village walk, meanwhile I had my coffee in front of our kitchen window. Tomorrow’s weather forecast: bright sun, from early morning hours to ten in the evening. Light conditions are already changing as I sit in our living room, writing, all colors gaining vibrancy, green hills and grass roofs, the blue of the ocean, red, blue and yellow painted houses, glowing meadows and millions of buttercups. In a short while, I will be taking a village walk myself. My chocolate brown Faroese sweater, my woolen cap and my gumboots are ready to parade. There couldn’t be a better place.