claws of summer

I feel like summer has sunk its claws into my skin. Sometimes I literally ache with longing. And this song by Regina only makes my desperation sharper. Because (and yes, I know I've said this before) there is nothing I love more than Helsinki in the summer.

(By which I don't mean to devalue any other cities. But this city is mine, which means I live and breathe through these streets. And all the dull darkness and slippery slush ceases to matter come June. I don't know what it is, exactly, but somehow the sky seems further away in the summer. Somehow, it's easier to breathe.)