Sognefjorden, Norway |
Gabriel zipped up the bag, hoisting it on his shoulder, glancing once more to the west. The clouds continued to move closer, dark and brooding. There might be snow coming; certainly there was enough of it still on the slopes. Starting down the path he had come from, he was careful, mindful of the slope, not wanting to take a bad step. After all, I’m supposed to attend that party in New York next week. Wouldn’t do to show up in a cast, would it?
In a word, this is Paradise!
ReplyDeleteIt's certainly a place I'd love to see myself!
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful. The Norwegian in me thanks you for the pics.
ReplyDeleteThe photographs are gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteA party in a cast. Nope. That wouldn't do at all.
ReplyDeleteHugs and chocolate,
Shelly
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ReplyDeleteNo, I think James would have to skip the party. Be careful up there!
ReplyDeleteAmazing pics!
ReplyDeleteA cast at a party is never a good idea.
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