Sins of summer

The Finnish summer is great. As I’ve mentioned before, it’s not necessarily great in absolute terms, but subjectively thinking it’s awesome – because of the crappy other seasons. Anyhow, that is not the point now. The point is that when it’s sunny and warm, you feel compelled to spend the day outside. Forced, in fact. You have to get a cold drink, maybe a good book and soak up some sun. And it’s great. It’s practically a sin to stay inside on a beautiful day – it’s a sin because the perfect days are few and far between.

But when we’re blessed with a longer stretch of good weather, the neglected things become more obvious: dishes and laundry start piling up, the house needs some cleaning, all the things you need to do inside never get done. So when you are eventually forced to do that – stay inside on a beautiful day – oh the agony! It’s this inexplicable feeling of doing something wrong, of wasting the summer day. But heck, there’s all winter time to do all those chores and stuff. Who cares if you don’t have time to clean your place for three months, it’s worth it – and you’re outside anyway, it’s not like you’ll have much time to notice the mess 😉 Dishes and laundry may, however, require some more frequent attention.

This is not the case elsewhere on the planet. When you live somewhere that has constantly good weather, you slowly become accustomed to it – and no longer does it feel bad to stay inside on a perfect day because you know tomorrow will be perfect also. And the day after that. And so on. Here in Finland, there’s no such certainty. For all we know, today can be the last day of the summer and therefore it must be enjoyed. I much prefer the guarantee of constantly good weather instead of this frenzy that lasts for a few short months and then it’s back to hibernation.

Then we have the newspapers, instigating discontent in all seasons: if there is one week of +25C days, the local tabloids start conducting polls whether people would like for the summer to end or it to rain or some bullshit like that. And some people always say yes. Same thing after a week of winter: “would you like it to be summer already?” I don’t get it. Do they have to seek discontent in all seasons?

And one more thing relating to Finland and summers: in Finland it’s never dark and warm at the same time. When it’s dark, it’s usually freezing. That’s why sunsets at 6 or 7pm and continued warm evenings feel so exotic when you’re travelling somewhere south.

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