Insanity laughs under pressure we’re.

A gentle rain pushed down on Helsinki at ten minutes before one. Like it or not, up north, the weather is far from predictable. Looking out of my window in Pohjois-Haaga 20 minutes from the center of Helsinki the wind bends the trees, takes down their leaves. To me, it could be raining cats and dogs and I would still love being here. I am where I used to belong. I feel complete.

I believe.