Touching the sky

It was one of this trip that you can’t forget. One of this thing that you have dreamed so long time, that when it realyzes, you could cry so that you waited this moment.
Everything started this of february. I left the morning from Linkopinf with my three french friend to a dream. Two hours by train go to Stockohlm. Then, one full night of train from the capital to the north of Sweden.

When you wake up the day after, you continue to dream. You don’t know if it’s real or if you are still sleeping. Everything around you is white, expect this light at the horizon: the sun shows you the way, and you think only one thing: you are realizing your dream.

You want to smell this dream, to touch it, to smell it and you finally do it. At Abisko, in a one hundred ‘village unhabitants, you get out of the train and breath deeply. This air is cold but your soul warms you. Take skis, and visit around. There is this ernormous lake behind this big house, and you start to go on it. Around you, no one expect your friends. You could see at 5 kilometres away, there will still not be any noise. Silence. Total silence. This value for which so many people in the world could die for it. Freedom. Freedom to accomplish your dreams. To live them as you wish.

At this moment, you have the feeling that you in harmony with the nature. The sun start to set, and it’s getting colder. You lie down one the ice and look at the sky. Quickly, the milky way appears, and shooting stars can’t stop to catch you attention. A this moment you think that nothing care for you. All your sense are united, but one the same time, you are loosing control of youself. Past and Future don’t exist. Reality and imagination are one. It’s so magic and beautiful that you could stay until the end. The sky is clear, and you are touching one star.You are a part of the world. And a whole