Wednesday, August 23

I notice that it has almost stopped raining and decide to go for a walk. It turns out to consist of what I have learned to call wet air.

I walk down to Puotila Beach to see what it looks like when summer has almost ended. It turns out to contain more ducks than you can count: an infinity of ducks, perhaps. I sit on the bench and watch them; the only human on the beach.

Two swans sit by the edge of the water at one corner of the beach. I take some photographs before heading home. As I return the sun suddenly comes out and by the time I arrive I feel overdressed.