Mundane Scandinavia??

Its different being here in Scandinavia, the weather is gray and cold.
Cold, foggy, gray and wet. Always cold and wet. Always gray and foggy. And always always raining.
The rain plays a constant soft percussion accompaniment to your activities,
its like having a tiny drummer you carry around everywhere you go.
The people are stern, gray and rather forbidding themselves and yet when you get to know them there is a softness about them ... something you dont expect from the descendants of the vikings.
Their love of soft candle light, their need for cosiness or as they say it here "hygge"and of course the occasional beauty of their glottal wrenching language.
A language which can only be spoken if your throat has a life of its own and an ability to form sounds which would not be accepted in polite company anywhere else. And which unless you start to learn you eill never understand the people living here.

About me

About me:
I have pretensions towards being a writer,
Towards having the ability to move people, touh their lives, their hearts with no more than the written word.
The desire and need to write appear sporadically in my life; along with the need and the desire to do various other things.

Things such as scientific research, make money and behave like James Bond saving the world at regular intervals.

However this is about my need and desire to move the world with my thoughts, ideas, dreams and stories.
To see if there is any way i can show people my world, the one I live in and have created in my head.
My test to see if there is actually a spark of the divine fire in me or whether someone has turned on the sprinkler system as a joke.