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The quiet transition from Autumn to Winter is not a bad time at all. It’s nice to gather everything you possess as close to you as possible, to store up your warmth and your thoughts and burrow into a deep core of safety where you can defend what is your very own, and laugh at the storms and darkness outside… but there are those who stay at home and those that go away …
Tove Jannson – Moominvalley in November
Finland is one of those places where Fall is actually a season, a full-fleshed time of the year with its own beauty and feeling. Fall is strongly associated with ruska, the Autumn colors, a parade of reds, yellows and oranges.
The sidewalks are often covered by leaves, crushing under your soles with resigned sighs. A very pretty death.It rains quite often, and there are mushrooms at every corner of the street. Sometimes big, the biggest I have ever seen, sometimes small and numerous.
I always get excited when I see one of these, which in my mind are associated to gnomes, and fairy tales, and the forests I dreamt of when reading Grimm’s gloomy tales. Fall is the moment where the whole country seems to be taking a collective breath, enjoying the last sun rays and starting to get read for winter. It’s the time for tea and cake, even more than winter. You just need a coat and an umbrella to go out, instead of an incredible amount of layers that make you suffocate as soon as you step inside.
Fall is also the time to start new things, after a long, lazy summer, spent enjoying the outdoors as much as possible. It’s phoenix time. Even Moomins feel the change, just before Winter and hibernation, the long sleep, a dream, death.
Hopefully, lights will guide us home.