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When I was in my teens we crossed the Atlantic from Canada back to Norway on a freight ship. At night I would sit at the bow of the ship as it coursed through the ocean, watching phosphorescence in the water - we call this morild in Norwegian and I like that word much better than that long English word I think I managed to spell correctly.
I know what morild is, but in another reality it might just be bits of stars that have fallen into the water and continue to glow there.
Anne
You might do another take on stars while listening to Perry Como's Catch a Falling Star........
I know what morild is, but in another reality it might just be bits of stars that have fallen into the water and continue to glow there.
Anne
You might do another take on stars while listening to Perry Como's Catch a Falling Star........

Quote:I don't know how I came across this enchanting little scene, where it was or how I might get back there.
We can't get back to childhood unfortunately, though some of us do our best.
Isn't it wonderful how images can stir memories? Anne remembers morild, I remember the first time I saw glowworms, in the New Forest, not far short of 60 years ago...
The pink bucket is the masterstroke.
Moira