The day unfolded like fog — slow and soft.We left the ship and boarded a smaller vessel to cruise through Nordfjord. The water barely moved. It mirrored the grey sky so perfectly, it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.
Mist clung to the mountains.They appeared and disappeared like passing thoughts — half-formed, poetic, quiet. I didn’t take many photos. Some moments are better remembered by how they felt, not how they looked.
Ålesund welcomed us with calm streets and the sound of gulls. I wandered with no plan. Past painted houses, quiet harbours, and puddles that reflected the sky. There was no ‘main attraction.’ Just stillness. A town breathing at its own pace.
