Scandi Summer House

Journal entry — June, on the beach

On Samsø, everything moves slower. The air is thick with salt and sun-warmed grass. Mornings begin with open windows, the hush of fields outside, and the clink of ceramic mugs. I light incense on the porch— and let the scent mix with the breeze.

Afternoons drift. A swim in the sea. Jordære iin a bowl. Feet bare on wood floors. No shoes, no plans.

Summer here isn’t loud. It’s not about escape. It’s about staying close to the moment. Light lingers on walls until midnight. Time becomes loose. Meals stretch into evenings. There’s always a candle lit, even in warmth — a quiet echo of hygge.

This season teaches me to be still in motion.

To soften into light.

To savour without seeking.