Today I was up just after the sun, trudging through my going-away party hangover to spend the whole day in airplanes and airports, in a state somewhere between sleeping and awake. I got to Stockholm around 6 p.m., ate dinner, then went out to meet a friend. I left a bar on the South Islands around 11:30 and got back to my hostel just after midnight. I decided to walk instead of taking the metro.
No matter how good your camera you can never quite capture the breathless magic of dusk, that beautiful light awash in hope and expectations as the sun recedes and darkness encroaches.
Only July in Sweden never becomes fully dark. Time hangs between day and night, and in that moment between two worlds, anything seems possible.