It’s Midsummer’s Eve. I strolled down to a quiet park to soak in the evening sun, to enjoy the brilliance of the Nordic summer, to take a moment to write down all that is blooming within. Summer in Finland always holds a certain magic to it. It’s a momentary pause between dusk and dawn, the days stretching from one eternity to another.
It is an ode to life to be shamelessly alive
It is an ode to life to be shamelessly alive
It is an ode to life to be shamelessly alive
It’s Midsummer’s Eve. I strolled down to a quiet park to soak in the evening sun, to enjoy the brilliance of the Nordic summer, to take a moment to write down all that is blooming within. Summer in Finland always holds a certain magic to it. It’s a momentary pause between dusk and dawn, the days stretching from one eternity to another.