
Sun blinds my eye,
As I climb up the slope.
A green card in hand.
I am a platform engineer and a writer based in Finland.
I am also the author of A Year of Mornings, a collection of poems for young adults.
I send out a newsletter once a week about living in Finland + five interesting things I've found on the open web.
Everything, as it happens — from the garden, the stream, the shelf, and the Nordletter.

Sun blinds my eye,
As I climb up the slope.
A green card in hand.
Sun blinds my eye,
As I climb up the slope.
A green card in hand.
Lights on a tree,
Burning bright, swaying a little.
Lights are the tree.
I saw a cross beyond
The buildings I see everyday.
Open your eyes.

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Matt Abraham
I would be surprised if Carrick stays our manager for the next game.

The route that I take every day takes me past the highway to a nature trail next to a large body of water. The trail sways, meanders. You cannot see to the end, or even the water, the first time you get on the trail.…
On the frozen sea, rests
A wooden horse, burning - crowds walk past.
A fire truck waits in tow.

Hugh Howey
That's everything — you've reached the very beginning.