Log: 8 Jan 2011

First time I have to post the entry of a previous day. Last night when I got home, my computer did not seem to really like me - or it didn't want to share me... Anyway, I couldn't get the Internet connection to work so I finally gave up and just wrote the night's entry and simply saved it to be posted later. Now I've got the connetction again, so here's last night's rambling.

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It was one of those therapeutic nights. A night when you might deal with difficult subjects, question yourself, show a part of yourself that you usually keep hidden and even go through some uncomfortable situations - but in the end, it all helps and leaves you feeling calm, or even serene.

I spent a few hours of the night in a nice pub. We had talked about going out with a friend of mine just a few days before. After not having seen each other for a long time, talking for a couple hours one afternoon just was not enough - as it never is with good friends.

We'd chosen the place in advance, a really nice pub right in the middle of Helsinki with a long list of good ales and siders. Well, since my experience with ales is still quite limited, I'll have to just believe when people I know tell me that the ones on the list are good. In any case, it's a good place and people know that. Fortunately, we were clever enough to be there early and actually managed to find a table among the crouds.
We talked for hours, and the later it got the more important and personal the subjects became.

It's weird how people tend to become more open and honest the further into the night you keep talking. It doesn't matter how well you know the person you're talking to or how strong the trust between the two of you is, you reveal the most of yourself during the dark hours.

Our conversation lasted for hours, and while the pub slowly grew less hectic we barely noticed how the last hour simply vanished.

I took the last regular bus on my way back home. As I waited at the stop, heavy snow flakes swirled around the yellow street lights by the train station. Some managed to find their way around my glasses and straight into my eyes and coat gathered a thick white layer on it that turned into hundreds of tiny water drops as the bus wound its way through the slush covered streets.

Walking the last few hundred metres home from the closest bus stop, I watched as my shoes kept gathering small peaks of snow on their tips. With each step the peaks got higher until a flick of my foot sent them flying so another one could start building on each shoe yet again.

As a selection of my favourite anime ballads played on my iPod, I almost wanted to keep on walking in the snow. Watching the peaks build and shatter, flakes twirling in the wind beneath the heavily weighed birch branches. I had been ages since I had last felt that at peace.