My Time Travle
How it all started
It's 12:15 p.m. here in southern Norway. I’ve just returned from an invigorating hour-long walk with my dog, Gioia. Afterward, I made a quick trip to the recycling facility to drop off some waste.
As I sit down at my PC, I reflect on the simple joys of the morning: the crisp air during our walk, the crunch of leaves underfoot, and Gioia’s curious sniffin…