We are approaching "kaamos" or Polar night. Right here at the Arctic Circle (or just a tiny bit north from it) we don't experience the true Polar night, but our night becomes more than 20 hours at its darkest.
This is the time of the black snow. The black snow is the time when the first snow comes and shortly melts away and then the ground freezes. Yesterday was cold, the world had a beautiful frosting, but today it is again warm and the frost is gone, so there really is no black snow at the moment. But this is most likely about to change.
People commonly refer to the time before the snow as "kaamos" since it feels like there is no daylight, as the days get shorter and shorter and the ground is black and thus sucks up the remains of the light. When the snow comes, this blessed pure white stuff, the world just seems so much brighter.
While walking daily with the dogs I have been observing the autumn turn slowly towards winter. I have walked through thick fog blankets and in soft drizzle and pushed against strong winds. I know that soon the fields and the forests are covered with snow, so I have tried to memorize the colors, soft fading yellows in dying grass,
deep purples and browns in rotting leaves,
summer greens turning into dark, cold bluish colors and on few rare occasions,
the golden browns and oranges when the sun has brushed them up.
If you look at the mitten, there it is. The sun peeking over the horizon
or maybe reflecting on the water of the lake.
There are the gray long days, when the sun is just a memory but there are the bright, soft yellow sunny days as well when the world is colored with gold.
Add to the mix cold fingertips and I knew what I wanted to make.
So I knew what to make and I knew what it should feel like, but how could I put this world into the mittens. Of that I will tell you next time.
Wool with you until then,