We planned picnics today, proper picnics, not the improvised ones we usually get up to. And garden parties and tequila nights and road trips and festivals and birthday parties.
I think the thing I miss most about summer is twilight in Helsinki.
The steady descent of the sun, the sea breeze, the softness of grass against my bare shoulders. The endless almost-white nights, the few hours of darkness, the dawn that comes slightly after three a.m.
Catching the last train home or meandering to a friend's for the remainder of the evening or just sitting on my windowsill and watching the sunset. There's nothing quite as exquisite as being able to spend the night out of doors.
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