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Seasonal #6

Seasonal #6

Strewn like confetti

outside a town hall entrance,

the tender blossom.


The Iceman Cometh


Being an Alien with little in-depth experience of the Finnish winter, I am still quaintly delighted by snow. It started coming down last night as we sat in a Dodo meeting on ways to use wasted space in Helsinki. Ideas included guerilla gardening, earthships and squatting. Then walking out to the bar, it had already begun to settle, carpeting the dark streets of Kallio. An established English architect told me that he has no trouble with the Helsinki winters having prepared himself by spending two of them in Oulu, deep in the frozen North.

But so far, I really don’t have a problem either with the cold or the dark. in one way, what makes it so much more bearable than Winters in Enlgand is that when you get home (or even into the tram), you feel lovely snuggly and warm. I cast my mind back without nostaglia of the damp and drafty victorian dwellings of London and feel quite lucky to be here.

(Note to self: find out how much a pair of winter tyres for bicycle will set me back.)Kuva033