The sun disappears behind the horizon, darkness descends over Hvaler

The boss
 A lone swan sits on the frozen surface, unaffected by the cold, unaffected by the world. Its white plumage shines in the winter light, a majestic contrast to the dark blue water and cracked ice around it. Its neck is stretched high, as if it owns the landscape – as if it knows it is the king of this realm.
 The gaze is sharp, confident. The black legs, adorned with identity rings, rest firmly against the smooth ice. It stands unwavering, a ruler in its element. In the foreground lies a stray soda can – a foreign, unwelcome guest in this natural realm. Yet the Boss remains unfazed. The world may bring its chaos, but he still stands. Strong. Proud. Invincible.