Crisp days

Helsinki Market Square looked beautiful, but the cold went straight to the bone. My fingers froze faster than I could even notice, and every now and then I just had to stand still and wait for the feeling to come back.

The lights, the stalls and the quiet evening created their own atmosphere. People stopped for a moment, exchanged a few words, and moved on. Everything was slow, a little stiff with the cold — and yet there was a kind of calm in it.

February wasn’t trying to be anything other than what it was.