Monday, November 27, 2006

Not washed into rinds by rotting winter rains

The weather has continued to be unseasonably mild in Finland (one wonders what connotations this type of innocent phrase will have in the coming decades). For the most part I have quite enjoyed these subdued November colours and mists - as dismal as I have usually considered this time of the year be even with better weather: so little light, people busy and tired, withdrawn inwards to withstand the subarctic winter. There is now actual clear daylight for about 3-4 hours but most days even the midday feels dark with heavy grey clouds overhead and no snow in sight. A strange, still atmosphere: quiet earth waiting for winter to come. Snow would instantly bring more light and a certain wintry sharpness into the landscape, blue colours lit by the city lamps. This Friday on my afternoon train back from work I was thinking of just these bleak joys of Finnish November (in the native tongue it is called 'marraskuu', "dead month") and was struck by how little I remembered of last November: I staggered to work and back home in darkness, literal and mental, often seeing none of the daylight hours, with no resources anyway left for esthetic observation. What a difference a year can make.

2 comments:

Giustino said...

Ugh. November is my birthday month. I guess there is a raw beauty to bad nature, but I think November and March are about equal in how crappy they are.

stockholm slender said...

Funny, those are my least favourite months too. November really hits you with the darkness and that bright March sun makes me feel tired after the long winter. The older I get the more affected I seem to be by this crazy, schizhophrenic climate we have in Finland. In my teens or my 20's I scarcely noticed it...