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When dusk and dawn embrace
Below the cut: some snippets and a link to my newest hockey rpf work.
Etelässä kuulemma jo illat pimenee / When dusk and dawn embrace
Kirjoitin syksyllä suomeksi pienen ylimääräisen kohtauksen Jussi Jussilla -tarinan viimeiseen lukuun. Täältä löytyy! Vain rekisteröityneille käyttäjille.
This story has now two language versions, in English here.
(Suvi Vinblad /Qstock)
“The timeslot for each performer is limited and that includes the last act of the night. Sebastian’s favorite party rappers are on stage, one of the duo wearing his very own Canes Aho shirsey from a short meet & greet moment before the gig, but his mind seems to be already wandering elsewhere.”
“In the last week of July the sunset and sunrise are already hours apart in Helsinki. Evenings are getting murky and nights actually dark.
It’s different up north. Here in Oulu sunset has painted the sky in rich hues, but by no means dark. Streetlights are lit but the air around them is still so light that the lamps cast no visible circles of light on the pavement.
The sea opens in front of their eyes. Teuvo follows Sebastian who eases his step to match Teuvo’s pace until they are side by side.
They walk towards the beach, past a spa hotel that seems to sprawl to all directions, sucking the other passengers of their bus into its glass and concrete belly.
They cross the street and stroll on the pavement away from the hotel. A couple of cyclists overtake them, a couple pushing a stroller walks by.
The paved walk forks into two and Sebastian chooses the one leading down to the beach. The sand is cool in the midnight air and soft enough to sink under their sneakers. Sebastian leads them closer to the waterfront where the sand is packed tight and occasionally gives way to a field of pebbles.
A few people walk up on the roadside pavement. They are far but Sebastian is near, gloriously close, he takes Teuvo’s hand and laces their fingers together so tight that the heat of his palm radiates up Teuvo’s arm, all the way to his armpit.
Sebastian turns his face to Teuvo and smiles. “Five weeks,” he says.
“What?” Teuvo pops out of his thoughts, Sebastian broke the silence so suddenly he wasn’t paying attention.
Sebastian digs the fingers of his free hand in Teuvo’s hair and musses it. “Since the Midsummer. Five weeks.””
“The waterline curves into a neatly build stone breakwater. A couple of people are walking on it and Sebastian lets Teuvo’s hand go, squeezes his fingers in his pockets instead. It hurts but Teuvo can’t blame anybody but himself.
A small tower in the head of the breakwater looks like a lighthouse but as they get closer Teuvo sees that it’s a lookout spot only made to resemble a beacon. Sebastian climbs the stairs to the top in front of him and Teuvo certainly appreciates the view.”
“The shadows are almost black, the summer night is at its darkest moment between sunset and sunrise, but it’s not cold at all, not one bit.”
