when the sun starts to set, i work out a deal to acquire a set of wheels.
the sky, bright pink and red, becomes dark blue and violet
with only a camera in my backpack, i unlock my vehicle for the evening
the mechanical rhythm of the chain corresponds to my pumping legs
not abandoned, but quiet, helsinki prepares for sleep
it’s not the destination, its the journey. they say.
any notion of a plan disintegrates as i follow any road that looks interesting
bridges, stadiums, canals, and construction sites are my stops.
Helsinki, what secrets have you for me to uncover, still?