the walkways on the island have become so familiar by now that I walk them in the dark at night, without flashlight. It’s a fascinating thing to do — it’s as though the sense of smell becomes more vivid in the absence of vision. It’s like, with a sharper sense of smell, I become more like mr Dog (though not anywhere near as superior, he adds, slightly insulted by the thought). A heightened awareness of mushrooms, decaying fruit, molding leaves, and other scents of autumn. After rain, the smells are even stronger, they’re damp and deep and strangely alive. Then, returning to our place, the garden and forest scents yield to the scent of sea.
the sunsets are the colour of strawberry ice-cream…
… and the double rainbow, one evening, spanned the entire universe.
soft and golden autumn sunrise arrives later and later each day
… and dying nature sparkles in the setting sun.
the season for exotic cruise ships is over, now there are only the ordinary, mundane passenger ships (people never stop going to Finland, apparently).
the jungle is still green
… but the colour of the sea is constantly changing, with weather, with time of day with… all these things, and it’s never the same.
it’s like a christmas tree, isn’t it, with sparkly, shiny things!
also slightly… christmas-like, is it not?
(crazy light effect, not really sure what happened or it it’s cool or not…)