I often find myself impatient for the switch in seasons. There's an eagerness in anticipating precisely when the world and its weather decides to adjust its tempo, slowing itself in readiness for another chapter. We slide our way from summer into autumn, and it's at once brand new and achingly familiar.
This year I said goodbye to summer at an ancient fire festival on the Estonian island of Kihnu. It's a folk tradition as old as the Vikings, but the Night of Ancient Lights has only recently been re-established: the last Saturday each August sees thousands of people lighting thousands of bonfires across the Baltic coastline, from Estonia and Latvia to Finland and Sweden - even as far as the USA. The fires are a symbol of connection and solidarity among neighboring nations, as they band together to welcome in the darker half of the year.
As the sun set over the Baltic Sea, red flares were thrust into a pile of dry wood; the sparks flew swiftly upwards into a velvet sky.
Today in London, the season is finally beginning to change. The crisp bite of autumn is in the air. We have to remind ourselves how to keep warm again. [I've written a new article about my experience of the Ancient Bonfire Festival - link is in my bio🔥] @visitkihnu || @visitestonia