“I think I’ll go out and play tourist,” I told my husband as I glanced at the clear blue sky from our window.
“Do it,” he said while putting on his shoes. “At least you won’t get bored while I’m gone at work.”
“I know,” I said with a sigh. Sometimes it’s quite a bummer when he had to work on a weekend, but it is what it is when you’re a franchise owner. Right now, he’s running two stores at once and it’s a lot of responsibility, but he’s quite good at it and most importantly he loves his job. Business runs in his blood.
He kissed me goodbye, before he left me to my own devices.
I gazed back at the window again. With its infinite vastness, the cerulean sky seemed to be telling me something and in a somewhat forceful tone – do this now while it lasts!
I nodded, knowing Bergen full well. A sunny day like this was a luxury best enjoyed immediately like a delicious ice cream before it melts. Armed with a camera, I started meandering from Fisketorget (the fish market) all the way to our old neighbourhood in Marken area and then back home.
Even though it was my rest day from the gym, breaking a sweat from all the walking was quite refreshing. Well, any activities that burn calories are always a plus in my book.
The next day, I awoke to the sound of the rain since we had the door to the balcony open. Listening to the rain beat a gentle tattoo on the neighbour’s roof put a smile on my face, but for a different reason.
“Good thing I listened to the sky yesterday,” I told myself before I moved closer and cuddled my still sleeping husband next to me.