The first frost of the autumn and the humidity condenses to icy haze. Rime sticks to tree branches, car windows, bicycle saddle, shed roof and boots forgotten on the terrace. I push my pale finger to the rime and the warmth melts the rime and leaves my fingerprint there. When I make another one next to the previous, connected in the rim, a heart creates there. I manufacture a whole bunch of hearts on the terrace rail. Finnish home sweet home.