When the Air Sings Back

In spring, the air receives birdsong as a promise of return. In autumn, the air answers back with rustling leaves, crisp winds, golden light, and the scent of ripened fruits. Migration doesn’t leave silence but a swelling reply from the earth, alive with harvest and change.

The days grow shorter, shadows lengthen, and the sky begins its slow shift. Celestial cues guide wings southward, just as they stir seeds in the soil to rest. Departure is not haste but rhythm — a call and response belonging to both bird and season.

days getting shorter
sun and stars celestial cues
a hush of leaving—
cranes stretch their wings to rise
where courage leans into light
the horizon opens wide

Preparation is everywhere. Cranes test their wings against thinning skies, their cries carrying both farewell and continuity. Fields echo with abundance — grain heavy on stalks, berries flushed and ripe, trees releasing fruit. The season offers its gifts even as it readies for rest.

To witness this is to know migration is not loss but exchange. Birds carry the memory of these skies, just as the air holds their voices long after they vanish. The horizon does not close with their leaving; it opens, reminding us that every departure is stitched with return.

When the air sings back, it’s not with sadness but fullness, an anthem of reciprocity — the earth keeping rhythm with wings.

Image of Redcurrant Bush

PS: Writing these impressions makes me realise migration happens with birds and writing, carrying our feelings through the mind, linking what we feel inside with the world outside. Autumn’s approaching migration influenced this piece, a contrast to Home Is A Moving Thing. Where spring sang of return, today I listen for the air’s reply in departure, and the lessons nature whispers in between.

In what ways are you adapting to the subtle seasonal transition and drawing strength from nature? As always, I love hearing from you.

PPS: Feature Photo by Jeffrey Hamilton on Unsplash

A Way of Looking at the Rain

They say rain isn’t universal—
No two cultures see it quite the same.
To one, it’s grace falling from the sky
coaxing green from brown, life from stillness.
To another, it’s a restless spirit
capable of washing away as much as it gives.
And to a few, it’s a sacred veil between two worlds
where the divine meets the living.
But it sure makes poets of us
if only for a moment
inviting us to feel—something, anything.
Rain can be a revelation
drenching us or dancing with us
as it slows down the world, so we might notice.
Still, beyond metaphors and symbolism
rain is just rain—
falling because the sky can’t hold it anymore.

Still on Break, But Had to Share This: Reflections on Dream Count

Yes, I’m still on a break. But I’m dropping by because I’m excited to share that last month, when Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie was in Helsinki, our Finnish-African Society’s chair, Sarah Laaru had a fascinating conversation with the author about her book, Dream Count. My Finnish friends, check out Otava for the Finnish translation, Unelmia!

My biggest takeaway from the interview is the quote below:


Don’t apologise, don’t water it down. Don’t think, if I write about this, the Western audience will not understand. Let’s tell the truth of our experience. Let’s not worry about writing what we think they want to read.” – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Following the interview, I’ve co-authored an article “Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: Women’s Health, Truth-Telling, and the African Diasporic Voice in Dream Count,” with our chair. This is my first co-authored work ever. Because two heads are better than one, particularly when tackling a book as exceptional as Dream Count. Anyway, I’ll let you be the judge!

And of course, I have to thank my fellow African authors living and writing in Finland; the FALA Network. We read the book, brainstormed and developed questions for this meaningful interview.

So, if you are a fan of Adichie’s work or enjoy listening to author interviews visit Finnish-African Society to listen and read. You’ll find the audio interview at the bottom of the page if you don’t see it right away.

Happy Reading!

p.s. featured image of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie by Victor Ayertey.