The morning of flow music festival arrives, crisp and full of promise, the 4th weekend into my much-awaited vacation. That fine-dining beer has been drunk, snus has been shelved – the upper shelf, not the forever shelf- and Tinder has taken me for a spin. I’ve padded the streets of our great capital like Hemingway in Paris in the roaring 20’s. The unsympathetic Finnish sun has been good to me, good to me and my Jesus friends. Good to me and my family.
But still, the voice of the obnoxious little man in the corner of my mind whispers to me that the blues aren’t far away, and as that taciturn sun of ours becomes less friendly and more reserved, I feel my fingers and the tip of my nose begin to get cold.
Flow arrives at the perfect moment to bring some warmth. The perfect moment to remind me that all is well in the land of the overthinker. Its been a tough 12 months. I feel like I’ve been tested truly for the first time and I have one thing to say to you life. Come at me 😀
Now its time to reward myself with that Christmas flow that Birthday flow that Easter flow that New Year flow that magic flow.
I think you get the picture. And for those of you who really have it rough and are not blessed with the support that I have, I salute you and I prostrate myself before you.
Then the words of that obnoxious man remind that Hemingway once said that an overreliance on metaphors is the mark of a poor writer. I become a little self-conscious. But I can also be proud of the fact that if this piece of writing reaches you as it is, it will be the first time I have published anything off-the-cuff.
To anyone whose shared even a part of the past year with me, thank you. If this were a dream, we could all go to flow together, hundreds of us. What a beautiful dream it would be.
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