Tuesday, 23 August 2011
Sunday, 7 August 2011
Finnish summer is short compared with winter. Winter lasts for six months. At least. Summer is short as the flutter of a butterfly.
Summer is the first clear blue sky of May.
Sitting with a friend in the sun, cherishing the incredible feeling of the first moments on summer terraces.
Seeing new places is a thing to do in the summer. To find light is easy. You just follow the sun.
Sea glitters in the sun. You feel the scent of salt, and the thirst for summer grows in you. You must have more of this: light, warmth, the never sleeping sun.
Bonfire salutes summer. Flames caress your skin, and it’s impossible to dream about winter. Summer is so much stronger.
Wild flowers colorize fields. The number of colors is more than one can realize or count. Every color is the color of summer.
And snow white.
Summer is visiting places, seeing friends.
Summer is exhibitions.
Summer is searching for the blue sky among the ruins of oneself, the shattered pieces broken by winter.
Summer is galleries and the thrill of finding perfect lines.
Picking berries, eating them. Swimming, sleeping, drinking, reading, laughing with friends. And so much more. Finnish summer. Not yet at the end.