At the southernmost edge of Norway, a low peninsula stretches out from the inland heaths toward the open sea, often wrapped in an extraordinary light. Often when I just stand still there, while looking out at what has so often felt, throughout my life, like the end of the world i feel totally at peace. The sight of the endless wast sea quiets the noise in my head. The light covering it never loses its hold on me, and when I’m there I feel closer to myself.

I lean into the wind. The presence of something vast and powerful, paired with the absence of the everyday sounds I’m usually surrounded by, eases the tightness in my chest.

It’s calming to feel small in a place that is both so immense and intimate at the same time