The northern wind brings colder weather; the forecast for next week gives temperatures below zero. Today somebody was still sitting in a sleeveless top on the cliffs sheltered from the wind when one of the "veterans" of Harakka Island, Matti Kähönen, came to swing. The aspen is now completely yellow and sheds its leaves with speed. The house is full of children; on the second floor there is some kind of party going on, the last of the season - today the regular boat is trafficking for the last time. The era of rowing boats begins and the island now remains the domain of those who work here. The approaching winter is both fun and a little sad at the same time. A little frost does not hurt, but I sincerely hope the worst autumn storms will go around and avoid the island.
|Keinussa / I gungan / In the swing: Matti Kähönen|