For a moment, the landscape is enveloped
in a purple haze over the rolling Sallandse Heuvelrug,
where silence nestles in the heath.

The heather blooms in soft tones,
a sea of ​​lilac under the light,
where clouds cast shadows
and time fades into the distance.

Just a little longer,
before autumn arrives
and the wind blurs the image of summer,
we will preserve this brief wonder—
the purple tranquility,
that briefly,
descends upon the hills here today.