The waters of the fjord shone a perfect daydream blue, as if the water came from both below and above.
The water of the fjord was brighter than any blue gem ever worn in a regal crown, for its hue was given by the minerals of the rocks that rose on each side as sentries of the ancient world. And when the eyes had become so calm with the tranquil nature of the scene, they were free to rise upward and take in the glacier in the near distance.
The fjord had a way of becoming part of the soul of those who lived in those parts and of the travellers who came to witness its everlasting beauty.
Richly clothed in green rose the mountains as guards of the deep blue waters. For this fjord was a celebration of colours, a place where nature was brightened up a couple of levels.