At the summerhouse

We’re in Finland, at the summerhouse. Thunder is rumbling in the distance, the second weather front to roll across the country and move over us today. This morning we had breakfast on the veranda, heavy rain beating on the roof, lightning zig-zagging across the sky in the distance. We keep the sauna fire going. We’re eating Finnish rye-bread and drinking strong black coffee. I’m walking barefoot and the ants crawl over my feet. I’m happy.