Sunday, July 31

YEAR:  2022 | Tags:  | |

Old Porvoo Road, 16:16


The light never looks like this in either England or India. It has a particular Finnish quality. The arrangement of clouds does too. I sit and watch and dream quietly as the world drifts by.

Next week various kinds of work start again, and I think about where summer has gone and how fast it has passed, as we drive from Söderkulla to Helsinki.

The road seems strangely empty, as I contemplate the plans I have for autumn and winter, and wonder where I should start.