Stavanger Bay morning glow

to grow and store.

she cannot help the small rumbling sound of warm approval in her throat. perhaps she might tend to her own garden here, when the thaw finally came. it would be easier to not have to wander, to have everything that could grow here do so.

ah, but he’s speaking of his mother and tove sees the glimmer into this man’s life.

did she have a speciality? genuine curiosity. perhaps some of the mother’s knowledge had trickled down into her son.