We are soaking up every bit of sunshine, every warm moment, as if we can store some of the summer joy for the dark winter days.
Slowly the leaves are already turning yellow, the apples are almost ripe, and nights get colder. We’re still having some very warm days, and even the lakes are still enjoyable. I can’t help but wonder when it will be the last swim, the last paddle tour of this year, as mostly these days pass without a clear warning. It just happens as seasons change.
Some years, we’re already in autumn mood in august, other years we’re still swimming in September, and it’s impossible to predict what we’re going to get. So one beautiful lesson of living up north: make the best of every beautiful day.