My Passion and Wonder

I rode down the cold Winter streets of Hämeenlinna, firmly gripping with my leather gloves, my hair in rapid flight through the cold air. Complete and unsettled peace, just me, my bag and my pushbike. I was rediscovering the world, as if I had been born again, I felt a freedom beyond anything else I've felt. Every waking moment was full of curiosity and new adventures for me, every sound and sight felt special and unique. It was like a romanticized life that I would think only happened in movies.

The shimmering snow covering everything in sight, the rhythmic words spoken as if songs. The lakes and the trees, the feeling of my jacket and scarf. Falling in love, completely and madly. The late night walks, deep and meaningful talks.

I miss the passion and wonder of life, I want it again.