Sunday, March 27

YEAR:  2022 | Tags:  | | |

Verandah, 11:22


I leave the house for a walk and as I do I notice the umbrella tucked in to the corner of the verandah. I notice a number of things tucked away and photograph some of them.

The sun has come out and I walk for a brisk thirty minutes. I have got out of the habit of listening to music or podcasts, and walk while listening to my feet on the gravel. Soon the road sweepers will sweep the gravel off the pavements again, to store it over the summer, before laying it again next autumn.

Later in the afternoon this illusion will shatter. The dreaded back-winter will arrive and the sky will go steel gray. Snow will start falling and continue falling all evening, while the temperature drops to zero again.

All over Finland people will go to bed early in a state of sudden depression.