Sommarøy, “Summer Island” 🏝️—still hibernating in late-March

❄️.Daylight stretches like a lazy cat 🐈—up at 5 🌅, down at 19 🌄—but the air is pure winter, knife-sharp 🔪 and diamond-bright 💎. I step off the ferry 🚢 and the world drops to a whisper 🤫: no cars 🚗💨, no shops 🏪, just the soft Atlantic hush 🌊 and gulls scribbling white arcs ✍️ across an impossible blue 🎨. Morning routine: 1️⃣ Open cabin door 🚪→ blast of salt-scented freezer air 🧊. 2️⃣ Walk to the village pier—exactly 7 minutes ⏱️—passing racks of drying cod 🐟 that clack like wooden wind-chimes 🎐. 3️⃣ Count the colors 🌈: bleached boat hulls ⛵, ruby-red racks 🟥, seaweed ink 🌿, snow-dusted granite 🏔️. 4️⃣ Realize I’ve forgotten how to hurry 🏃‍♂️💨; the island deletes the verb “to rush” from internal vocabulary 🧠❌. Afternoon agenda: solar-powered nothing 😎🔋. I relocate a deck chair (bare aluminum, no cushion—Scandinavian trust in goose-down jackets 🪶) and align it with the sun’s low trajectory, 13° above the horizon 📐. Light hits the fjord like polished glass 🪞; every ripple is a mirror throwing photons into my retinas ✨👀. I sip burnt coffee ☕ from a tin cup, feel the warmth crawl through wool 🧣, and listen to the grand orchestra of absolutely nothing 🎶🤍: a distant eider duck 🦆, the creak of shifting ice 🧊, my own pulse 💓. Time becomes a suggestion ⏳; I check my watch ⌚ only to discover three hours have evaporated into ultraviolet ☀️. Evening ritual: layers, literature, liquor 📚🍸. I empty half my suitcase onto my body 🧳→ merino base 👕, fleece mid 🧥, down outer 🦆, wind-shell finale 🌬️—human baklava 🧁. Balcony faces north-northeast, Aurora oval 66-69° 🌍, KP-index promised 3-4 📊. I pour two fingers of aquavit distilled with sea kelp 🌊🥃, open a dog-eared copy of “The Shipping News” 📖, and wait ⏳. At 21:07 the sky tears gently ✨: a pale green ribbon unfurls 💚, pulses, doubles, knots itself into a cosmic reef knot 🪢. I stop breathing for theatrical effect 😶; the aurora responds, flaring magenta at the edges like a blushing teenager 💗👽. Book drops to the deck 📕, aquavit forgotten 🥃❌, cheeks hurt from smiling into −8°C darkness 🥶😁. #US #CA #Sonoma