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Aurinkotuuli

The big hand approached eight. Summer pushed the morning warmth in through the collar of my shirt. The mirror-calm surface of the lake reflected the sun’s rays into my eyes, and Hertta found something important to sniff at the base of a bush. Tavi was teaching his ducklings to swim in a neat line on the opposite shore.

A gust of wind appeared out of nowhere and shattered the idyll. The lyricist inside me awoke, and I thought: this must be a sun wind. Well, it wasn’t really, but the word was far too good to discard. Aurinkotuuli—I tasted the word and got to work. That’s how the idea was born, a single word.