Overstaying Guest

Wrapped in silence,
I walk toward
the sinking sun
in front of me,
and all around
the world turns rosy.

A car passes by,
filling my nostrils
with something syrupy,
almond‑like,
artificially heavy,
while everything is light.

It does not belong
to this picture,
it’s so unwelcome,
yet it lingers 
for a moment
too long,

before the scent
of puffy snow
takes back its place
right where Inari
and Sodankylä
shake their hands.