Weekend trip in a time of restrictions and partial lockdowns: a trip to another city to hang out in an apartment with friends, play quiz games and drink vintage cognac.
We don't see much of the city this time, just IKEA and the supermarket and the back streets where we fetch a take-away meal. With restaurants and cafés on lockdown, the city has a sad dreariness about it. So we leave its dusty, empty streets and seek out the landscapes around it.
We are in the land of a thousand lakes, good for a hill walk along with lake views and a chilly, exhilarating motorcycle ride. The air still has a bite to it and smells of melting snow. Our walk takes us on paths that are half ice, half mud. The weak warmth of the sun on our pale faces make us giggle like girls and take silly pictures.
There is mud on my boots, a dreaminess in my mind and a slight sense of intoxication. I'm doing what I love best: exploring new landscapes with friends.
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