June is a garden of sun, flowers and baby birds, a month made for loving life. A mad rush of fragrance and beauty, as if God suddenly decided he needs to make it up to the Finns for the long winter.
June is sometimes hit with an icy wind, which stops me in my tracks for days.
June is wine on balconies and bare feet in grass. Mosquitoes. Icecream. Trying to wind down, and a panicked feeling that summer is too short and I'm not enjoying it enough. The unfairness of the icy wind. The absolute loveliness of warm mornings with sunlight on water, and slow, easy evenings around a barbecue. Beachvolley.
June is dreams and plans for the annual vacation later in the summer, joy and frustration in an impossible mix. Boats in clear water, vanilla icecream, exuberant smiles.
June is midnight sun and a party with my very own Midsummer people.
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