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As I re-open my work computer tomorrow morning, my summer ends. The air has already had a cool autumnal feel to it for a while, so it’s no big shock. The clouds look like waves in the sea and I turn my mind back to a warmer day three weeks ago. I visited the Kumpula Botanical Garden in Helsinki for some zen, and found it – right where I thought it would be. Hello, welcome! I was thinking of work today for a brief moment, though I try not to during my annual leave. But one of my 3-year-olds...

My sons each have a pair of magic socks. The socks are adorned with a picture of Batman and they have the power to make any grown-up who sees them sing: nanananananananananana Batman Batman Batmaaaaaan… Whether it’s daycare, parents’ friends or the grandparents, these socks never fail to deliver the expected songburst! For my 3-year-olds, having no cultural connection to the origin of this tune, this automatic response must seem amazing. It makes me wonder what it would be like if I could...

Last night you cried at midnight, do you remember? Yes, replied one of my three-year-olds. Did you have a bad dream? Yes, I did. What was it about? Well… there was an ENORMOUS lion (spreading his arms as wide as they go). And the lion came very close to me, put his face right in my face. Was that scary? No. The lion was a nice lion. And then he ended up upside down, like this (showing “upside down” with his hands). The lion was ENORMOUS and then he put his face UPSIDE DOWN! And...

I’m getting old, I thought. Coincidentally, it happened to be my birthday that day, but that had nothing to do with it. A white-bearded man was flying a drone over a beach where people were in their bikinis and kids were running around naked. The drone, buzzing loudly, would periodically stop and I could only assume its camera was busy zooming in on something interesting. Where was this footage being posted? I hoped he wasn’t there to film kids. Why was no one else bothered? There was...

Fragments of thoughts that I had subtly been gathering in my mind for a while were finally summoned together by Véro’s latest post. I was as much a character from her story, as she was a character from my own narrative. But what kind of character? That is really what I’m wondering. What little parts of you stay with the people you meet along the years? Still, my memories from being 12 are filled with her presence. Véro talks about reuniting with a childhood friend who was once dear to...

I just read about a guy who had rescued a girl from the ocean when he was a teenager, and a decade later they had met and gotten married. Then one day, much later, they’d realised that they had already met. Imagine that – rescuing the person you are going to meet and marry one day far away in the future. Not only changing the destiny of the person who was about to meet their fate, but also changing the path your own life would take. Doing something your future self would be very grateful for....

It was a sunny but windy morning. I wore sunglasses more for the wind than the sun, disliking getting tiny objects stuck in my eyes. The metro station was cool and quiet. People eyed each other suspiciously and moved on quickly. No one was wearing a mask. In the metro, it was impossible to keep a two-meter distance, even though it wasn’t very crowded. I hadn’t taken the metro or any form of public transport in months. Now, when I talk about the metro, I need you to know it’s not Paris or...

Ah, to live every day blowing bubbles and surrounding yourself with colors. Why not? The days have gotten longer, to the point where our three-year-olds must ask, “Is it time to go to sleep?”. Always dark or always light, those are our two seasons. Soon the sun won’t set at all. And then it won’t rise at all. And then come the short seasons in between, where you barely get to rediscover your wardrobe before the moment’s gone again. Il faut en profiter, the French say. Enjoy it while it...

I always see posts that begin with, “Hey guys, you might have noticed I’ve been away, but nothing much was happening, so I didn’t have anything to blog about. But now I’m back!!! Aren’t you excited?!” And then I keep seeing posts that go, “Five Blogging Tips for Newbies/Influencers/Growth Hacking! One: Don’t start your posts stating you were away (no one noticed) or that you have nothing to say (no one cares).” I’ve also seen the posts that prompt you to write about your daily life if nothing...

Times were different. We all thought we’d be wearing our matching blue and turquoise uniforms until we were grey and wrinkly. It was a warm spring day with a bit of a breeze and we were in Windsor. Again. A crew member was telling me how adorable Hvar was, having been there several times, and it became firmly planted in my mind’s forever-long to-do-list. I saw the flowers she talked about, I saw the sea sparkle at the end of the alley. I was almost there. Meanwhile, in Windsor, I walked past a...

My grandma would give me papaya when I was a child and sprinkle the fruit, already sweeter than sweet, with sugar. I’d look at the two halves, that beautiful coral colour and the round black pearls stuck there not wanting to leave. The fruit was enormous and its aroma would invade my nostrils. It’s size was a testimony to the strength of the sun – it just kept on growing, growing, growing until it was ripe and perfect. Many days and nights passed and adventures of the mundane kind happened....

I need a little prompt today. Discover Prompts’ theme today is Book, so fine, that’s it then! I’ll write something about books. Books… Well, as a teenager, I used to love writing book reports at school. I’d focus on the analysis part and not on repeating the plot, since we had all read the same book anyway and retelling the plot just seemed silly. In both Finnish class and English class, we read books by Dostoyevsky and Camus, Finnish classics and international classics, war stories, stories...

I found a draft I’d written before corona, and thought I’d publish it now just to get a bit of a change of subject. Corona is on my mind day and night. The photos are from an art exhibition years ago – little cities made out of used pill wrappers. Cities and medicine seem very fitting at this time, almost like the artist knew what was coming. *** Driverless At work, AI is all the hype. Artificial intelligence. We’re not quite there yet but that’s the goal. It won’t be long now. Mostly,...

Thinking of things that make me happy is like reading myself a bedtime story. Off the top of my head: -The sun is out and the birds are singing -I still have a job -I’m an introvert and most of my friendships are long-distance ones anyway -I’m happy I managed to buy my kids new outdoors gear for spring just before social distancing started, since their old clothes and shoes were way too small -I also happened to buy headphones for myself, what a stroke of luck. I was happy to discover...

I’m imagining I had a camper van. We could drive around cozily, bringing our own everything with us, self-sufficient. My little family. Pack our bikes on the roof: two big bikes and two small ones. Explore lands foreign and familiar. Rain or shine, we’d stay comfy and warm, fed and rested. Noses pressed against the cool windows, watching meadows pass, cows, counting red cars, playing I spy with my little eye… Maybe a game of cards on the table – do I even own a pack anymore? Editing photos...