As the natural light fades, the warm glow of the glasshouses lingers in the heart of the garden
(and then you know how a moth feels, fluttering intoxicated towards a lightbulb).
The further away from the light you walk, the further into the twilight you enter
and the louder it becomes, the idea of that soundless light-heart beating somewhere behind your back, behind among the shapes that you know are trees
though they look like darkness.
– November evening, Kaisaniemi botanical gardens.