The End of the Ocean

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Nothing stopped the water. You could follow it from the mountain to the fjord, from the snow that fell from the clouds and settled on the peaks, to the mist that rose above the ocean and again became clouds.

The glacier grew every single winter; it accumulated snow, every winter it grew as it should and every summer it melted, releasing drops, drops that became streams, flowing downwards, driven by gravity, and the streams joined other streams, becoming waterfalls, rivers.

We were two villages that shared a mountain and a glacier and we’d had them for as long as we could remember. One side of the mountain was a vertical wall, where the Sister Falls descended; they crashed straight down for 711 meters towards Lake Eide, a deep green body of water after which the village Eidesdalen was named and which provided fertile growing conditions there for animals and human beings.

Eidesdalen, Magnus’s village.

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