The train sings as we gain momentum. A low chant like drone that dissipates as we speed toward Kirkkonummi.
So far the day wasn't showing much potential. Late trains, forgotten keys, death metal listening commuters... I briefly contemplate buying a ticket.
It's colder than I expected today. By the time I got to the station (for the second time) my damp hair was frozen solid in the -10 degrees celcius air.
Snowflakes were falling like tiny shards of broken mirror, sparkling in the air. I catch them and upon investigation discover their miniature perfection and I'm amazed by the futile beauty of nature.
As the train slides along the icy track, sparks from the electric cable above illuminate the dark morning. I savour my Sunday memories, hoping to prolong the weekend a little longer.
I close my eyes and I'm back skating on the frozen sea. The sun so warm I've discarded my coat and I'm squinting my eyes in the bright light. The soft white snow covering the bay like a table cloth, seemingly endless. It
s difficult to imagine the cool blue salty waves of summer.
Then I'm sitting outside that little cafe near the frozen beach. Huddled around an open fire, cup of tea warming my hands and the sun setting slowly behind me, creating a soft spotlight on my friends. They speak only in Finnish, leaving me to drift in and out of comprehension lazily. We consider the idea of toasting makkara, but instead we decide on korvapuusti instead. The cinnamon and cardammon infusing on my palate with the hint of fennel in my tea. I smile indulgently as I imagine licking sugary almond flakes from my fingers.
When I open my eyes we're past Espoo, almost there. The blue light of this winter's morning is cold and uninviting so I wrap myself up and pull my hat down as far as I can. I step off the train into the cold and another day has begun in Finland. And I'm happy.