Oars in the Dusk
Rowing at dusk when the sun is dying and your brain is dead. It’s like Finland’s way of saying, ‘We’re gonna row until we’re too tired to curse anymore.’
I rowed at dusk and my legs felt like they were made of bricks and regret.
Dusk rowing is the only time I don’t want to punch my best friend.
Oars in the Dusk is just me and my rowing team screaming into the sunset like it owes us money.