A white-painted window shows us into the living room of the poet Dass at Alstadhaug Gård

A white-painted window, with red flowers and airy curtains, shows us into the living room of poet Petter Dass at Alstahaug Gård in Nordland county.
 The window stands there, timeless and worn by centuries of weather and wind. The whitewash is cracked, the frames bear witness to hands that have opened and closed them through generations. But behind the glass, within this frame of history, lies another world – a world of warmth, of life lived, of the spirit of poetry that still whispers in the air.
 The red geraniums in clay pots rest on the windowsill like small flaming colors in contrast to the white lace curtain that moves gently in an invisible pull. They reflect themselves in the pane, along with the green landscape outside – a fusion of inside and outside, of culture and nature, of past and present.
 Through the glass we glimpse into the poet's room. Inside lies a simple calm, a quiet atmosphere where words were once born, where thoughts took shape, where Nordland's natural descriptions and man's struggle with the sea were captured in writing. The window is a divide, but also a portal – an opening between us and a time when words were mightier than the sword, when a poet's voice could give eternal life to a coast and a people.
 Alstahaug Gård still stands, heavy with history, with this small window as a reminder that the poet never quite left the room. He lives on, in the wind that blows against the wood, in the light that falls across the floor, and in the reflections in the old glass panes.