The Colors Were Loud. I Felt Small.

September in the Swedish mountains isn’t gentle. The air snaps cold, and the colors—reds, golds, bruised purples—are almost too much. I kept taking photos, but none of them felt honest. I thought I’d feel awe, or at least peace. Instead, I felt like an intruder, standing in someone else’s memory. The silence was heavy, broken only by the crunch of my boots and the wind that didn’t care if I was there or not. I used to think landscapes could fix something in me. Turns out, they just remind me how small I am—and how much I want to belong somewhere, even if it’s just for a moment. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NotJustViews