A Delicate Beauty

“Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.” ~ John Steinbeck

Finland has a delicate beauty. Gentle landscapes. Still blue lakes. Silence. Its gems lie apparent only to those who lead an unhurried life.

I came to Finland 13 years ago, young and I’m afraid rather full of metropolitan drive. I looked with uncomprehending eyes. Eyes accustomed to the big smoke, lights, glass and steel. I couldn’t see.

These tiny woodland wildflowers and flowering weeds are so easy to miss peeping between blades of grass. Small and petite wild pansies growing along craggy cliffs and mossy rocks.

With every passing year, I begin to notice new delightful sights and sounds I had somehow missed earlier. The blossoms, the trees, the nature have remained steadfastly unchanged.

I think it is I who have changed. And that, perhaps is a very good thing.