My mother and I took a little trip to the nearby woods. We walked past some fields and came across my stepfather's tractor. The above is my countryside look. Ï've been wondering how my style might change (alongside some other aspects of our lives) due to our relocation, but I guess it's way too early to draw any conclusions. I didn't think about style issues today. As my mother and I walked on, I thought about how much I have missed the Finnish forests and fields over the years.
There is something about the sound of wheat in the wind, and how the cobs feel against the palm of one's hand.
There is something about the way the late summer light hits the pine trees. Huge, green floors of moss, and how one's feet sink into it. The lingering scent of mushrooms and berries. The calls of familiar birds.
Lingonberries are ready.
We'll be eating mushrooms today.
I've tried to feel sensible about our move to Finland and to the countryside. I've felt the need to somehow control my emotions, and I've tried to approach most things rationally. I am not entirely sure why I've felt that way. Perhaps a part of me is worried about our ability to embrace the enormity of all the changes, or maybe it's because Chris and the kitties are not here yet. But then there are days like today, when everything I see around me just feels right - in my heart, in my head, in my ears, on my fingertips tainted by the blueberries I've eaten. It's good to be here.