It’s already been weeks since those early August days when I noticed the first leaves on the pavement.
It shouldn’t have, but it took me by surprise. It always takes me a while to mentally adjust to the changes of seasons, not because I don’t welcome the new era, but because I’m not ready to let go of the present one.
The Finnish summer goes by in the blink of an eye. We were just enjoying the first homegrown strawberries, and suddenly the mornings are cold and kids are going back to school.
Besides summer nostalgia, I have a sneaking feeling I’ve taken on too many responsibilities, again. Even so, I’m excited, because autumn is my favorite season, especially September and October. It’s the time of books, blankets and crunchy leaves, the cozy moments with cups of tea, apple picking, plans for the future and walks in the forest.
It goes by fast, the lovely part, so I savor it. After that everything is just too dark.
What’s making me smile lately
- Baking pies
- My nephew, who is two years old
- TS6 is coming
- Home made cold brew with milk & caramel syrup
- Memories from my travels this year
- The fact that I can now get through certain workout videos without feeling like I’m dying
There are a couple of important decisions on my horizon. I don’t want to rush it, even though I know time is running out.
Otherwise, things are pretty good. I think I’ve finally solved my issues with sleep and I haven’t felt this healthy in a long time. Hopefully, I can keep it up. My immune system needs the boost, as I’m determined not to get sick this fall. The last time I had a cold it lasted for two miserable months.
Ever since this summer, there’s been so much new music. A new Lorde album AND one by Haim? Swoon. There’s also this Norwegian artist called Sigrid that I’ve been obsessing over. Music is my fuel, through work, studying, workouts and writing blog posts, of course.
The 3 words of the season
a person who collects or has a great love of books. (source)
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk. (source)
1.lasting a very short time; short-lived; transitory: the ephemeral joys of childhood.
2. lasting but one day: an ephemeral flower.
3. anything short-lived, as certain insects. (source)
I took my own advice recently and wrote about my summer. Greece in July was one of the more memorable moments.
A Vacation in Greece
It was still morning, but the sun was already high up in the sky, heating up the air faster than should have been possible. The water felt cold in comparison. I was far out when I turned to face the beach of the large island with plush green mountains.
I leaned back, bent backward and let the sea carry me. My arms spread out to my sides and my legs curled. I felt the water fill my ears as I closed my eyes. It was very quiet underwater, but there was a soft crackling, perhaps of tiny stones on the seafloor. I floated like that for a small eternity, my hair spread around my head like a halo.
It was my first time in Greece, and I still look back on those 10 days, wondering how it went by so fast. Ancient temples and ruins. Hours spent in a van on long, sleek highways. A spacious villa atop a hill, both floors with wide marble balconies overlooking the sea. The baking heat. Clear blue water.
We stuffed ourselves with pita bread, feta cheese pies and ice cream. Sometimes we got iced coffee, which was nothing like what we’re used to. They make it strong, with a thick layer of foam milk on top, but there’s no ice. Restaurants were amazing of course, and we learned that there’s no need to order dessert because at the end of the dinner they often bring you delicious sweets anyway.
For me, a wannabe mermaid, visiting such pretty beaches was one of my favorite parts
We had our cliché tourist moments. After visiting the Parthenon, the world famous pillared temple on top of a hill, we scrambled into a large Starbucks, all sweaty and thirsty from the heat. Their sugary lemonade tasted like heaven. After that, I can’t remember seeing a single KFC or even a McDonalds, so I guess we’re forgiven.
For me, a wannabe mermaid, visiting such pretty beaches was one of my favorite parts. It was a breathtaking experience to snorkel in deep waters, even a bit scary, to look down through the clear water. I remember thinking “if I sink, how will anyone save me?”. One day we paid for a boat to drive us to a sheltered beach that couldn’t be reached in any other way. It was perfect. The white rocks that towered over the sand were like a massive version of a layered cake you see on Instagram.
Other things that happened: stray cats. Bees. Pink flower bushes. Sleepy breakfast buffets. The Wimbledon final in a pub. Pitchers of white wine. Crickets in the night. A flight back home at midnight.