Slush has taken on a new definition since moving to Finland. In a life before Helsinki, slush was a word used to describe some sort of summer dessert. A frozen drink with “red” or “blue” flavor (because a color is a flavor). These days, it is the typical forecast for walking around town. Frozen skies meet barren streets.
I was reluctant to go outside this morning and take pictures. The days have blurred together only to be divided by a few grey hours that separate the long 18 hour nights. As I fiddle around during my usual home routine, I watched the whipping wind out the window as snow flurries fell in every direction.
Despite the weather, I made an honest attempt to go outside and create something. To my surprise, I was greeted by delicately frozen branches and snow-dusted roads. The magic of a winter’s snow can be forgotten far more easily than any summer memory.
Although, as the tip of your nose begins to freeze, the urge to escape sets in. At least for the holiday season, a little crisp air and snowy scenes make the wintertime better.
xx – nasty trash