It was a sunny day with some clouds when I visited a few small islands in Skärgården. I walked in the woods and followed small deer crossings. Sunbeams through branches made everything feel like a fairy tale. On my search for a scenic point on one island I arrived at a small lake with specular black water. I sat down there on big stones smoothed by the weather. No sounds of civilization. The pure feeling of nature. Some small boats sailed on the horizon. Clouds drifted by and were mirrored on the surface of the lake. Everything felt good and I was Lost in Skärgården. But in a positive sense.