The story goes on in Finnish...

I've made a decision to write my fantacy story only in finnish language, because it is faster to write that way. If for some reason somebody wants to read it in english you have to send a comment to me. Then I will try to write it still in english. But you must have good reason for that wish.

This blog goes on in english and I try to learn it more all the time so you can understand it, hopefully.

It is late night, as useally when I'm writing, and outside is dark. Only the streetlamps and few lighted windows. And snowing, Beautiful big snowflakes dancing in the light. Only thing that's missing is a fireplase, good company and a glass of good wine.

Now I'm going to sleep dreaming of all that is warm and cosy and ....

A winter day

How beautiful can a day be. Here is a picture taken from my window. It was in the midle of the afternoon in one winterday. And the trees and even the cars are beautiful. Covered with snow. It was quite cold 18 degrees below zero celcius. I was sitting by my window and thinking how beautiful a winters day can be and the I rememberd the old song. This song can tell my feelings, walking in the white wonderland admiring the beaty of the nature.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JE8D52xD4uw

What about my weight, nothing has happened, but I have been in flu and all I have done is laying in my bed and reading Donald Duck pocetbooks, so maybe next week will happen something. In the beginning of next month I must be well, because I'm going to be a fortuneteller in Helsingi Burlesque Festival. And it is not desirable to be sneezing and blowing when you work with fortune. I am waiting that festival enthusiastically. Must be fun to see all the burlesque stars. But now I must go to bed. So good night sleep tight.

Alone, waiting....

I'm all aloune and I'm waiting. Waiting for what???

Waiting for new day, waiting xmas to come, snow to follow in the dark earth and making the scenery to be brighter.

The dark fall evening is so depressing and dull. I do like stormy winds and hevy rain, but still the fall is so dark and boring. A beatiful snowfall makes the landskape look like a cottonclaud.

And the full moon and the stars are reflecting from the snow and there is di mmy light everywhere. The light is so different from the summers hard light or the fine light of the springtime, but its beautiful and sometimes even a little spooky.

But I do like it.

Maybe I'm most of all waiting xmastime. Being together with love ones. Having peaceful time, reading good books, eating chocolate, and good food, drinking cood wine, walking in the snowfall, catching snowflakes with your tongue.

Maybe I'm missing the xmases of the childhood. The smell of the christmas, all the carols ringing and the decorations of the christmastree. Mother doing the christmas to all, father with his big white beard, looking like a Santa himself. Maybe when we grow old we miss our childhood, the warm, carefree time.

And then when we think it over again. It has not been so carefee, warm time att all. But not so hard either. Maybe the truth is somewhere between our sweet memories and the hard fact in the news.

Now I'm going too philosophical, it best to go to sleep. So

good night, sleep tight.