Everyday
Saturday sauna

On Saturday evening I light the sauna stove as early as four. The scent of birch, the hiss of the steam and the quiet: that is enough for me at the end of the week.
Last week I got to try a smoke sauna whose stove had been warming all day. A smoke sauna is another world: soft, dim and slightly smoky, and the steam is even, like breathing.
A sauna is really just a reason to stop.
When you sit on the bench the hurry stays behind the door. Afterwards it is good to sit on the steps wrapped in a towel and watch the darkness settle over the yard.
And if you are lucky, the lake is still open.


