Sunday, August 15
The storm arrives in the night and continues all through the morning. The temperature drops, the winds rise, and the rain comes down in loud, hard bursts.
I look out of the window at a sight that looks less colourful then the photograph I take. We feel happy about the fact that we took everything in yesterday evening despite the fact that we felt like leaving it until today.
We could probably find a moral in that somewhere.
Later, when we arrive back in Helsinki, we will drive under the biggest and brightest rainbo that either of us have seen for years.