Coming from a bad day, walking towards another one.

In Kallio, I stepped into the metro. Sat down. A minute into it, my neck tickled. I put my hand up and brushed it.

Looking at my hand, there was a tiny little ladybug. Must’ve climbed aboard aboveground.

It had two black spots on its wings. At this moment, it escapes me what that means: if it means it was young, if it means it was male or female… or if it just means it had two black spots on its wings.

I cupped my fingers around the ladybug. Protected it for four stoplengths. Had I let it go, it might’ve lost its way back aboveground and perished in the attempt.

Cupping my hand and looking like some idiot, I climbed for open air at Kamppi. Walked outside and looked for the first birch I could find. Left the bug there safe n’ sound. On its own wings, it would never have flown that mile, emerged in a new place.

As I departed from the birch, my mission complete, a songline I used to cry to comes on in my headphones. And I head home.

In conclusion: perhaps life wins this round. Perhaps beneath it all, a point to it all patiently awaits.