It was March 19th, and the chill of Stockholm’s early spring clung to the air. The rain had just ceased moments before the elusive blue hour began, leaving behind a city washed clean, glistening in tranquility. As the skies opened up, the world seemed to pause. I stood at the edge of the water, mesmerized by the reflection of the old town’s pastel facades and the church’s towering spire mirrored in perfect stillness. In that moment, the chaos of life felt distant—a reminder that even after storms, there’s calm, clarity, and beauty waiting for us.
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