Room with a view

'I heart this', she would say as if the word 'love' was somehow too holy to be mentioned. I thought of Judaism and the prohibition to pronounce God's name. In some strange way she had put love in the place of God and thereby made it too sacred to realize in words. Had she lost the ability to love thereby? I don't know, I did not stick around long enough to find out but many years later I'm having breakfast with my children. The sun just stretches over the tall blue building in front of us and I stop mid-bite into a bowl of Weetabix with black honey and think: 'I heart this place...'

Blue Hill (Hagalund, Solna) view from a kitchen window