Walking Back

You know what is sad? That there is a colourful warm sunny fall outside and I've become estranged from my camera. This morning I walked early to the house. You know about the house? Well, for now I guess it's enough to know that there is a house, well a half of a house really. It's in Käpylä, the place where the fall of my imagination has always lived.

The blanket of rustling yellow at your feet, the smell of moist ground after last night's rain, the freash air and the sense of possibilities, the red and the green and the brown and the yellow in all the leaves in all the colours of all the houses all round. And a feeling of walking back from school.