Stockholm. It was around ten in the morning and bitterly cold. Mist was rising from the water while an almost golden light crossed the canal.
In the middle of that cold, a lifebuoy.
It is a simple object, placed there for an emergency. Yet looking at it now, it seems to tell me something more.
We can be saved. But sometimes, first, we have to find a way to ask for help.
The lifebuoy can be there, only a few centimetres away. We still have to decide to reach for it.