Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

Old and wise people say that, when poverty enters the house, love flies out of the window. To rephrase it - you cannot run a business on enthusiasm alone. Dwin was a happy exception to this rule. At least in this moment of time. Thinner and dirtier than she had first left Brecheliant, a little tired and worn, hungry most of the time and cold half of it... nothing could lessen her triumph, when she set foot on the shores and witnessed the wast field of water ahead of her. It was absolutely stunning and mind-blowing. Up until this point in her life the only bodies of water she had seen, had had a margin, a border, an end. Here - try as hard as she could, it seemed that the water reached to the edge of the world and beyond. 

She sat down in the soft sand to take in the view, breathe in and taste the salty air and revel in the scene before her. It reinforced her belief that going out in the world had been the right decision all along. That every boring, difficult of homesick day had been absolutely worth it to have this one moment of distilled joy. The scene was something. Beautiful. Mesmerizing.