I’m on a plane once again and I close my eyes and look back to the summer that has just ended. I’m a summer person – I suppose due to being born in Mozambique where we had warm weather almost all year long – so I long for Spring and Summer, strongly dislike autumn and really dread the winter months. In April and May I feel that delightful expectation of the summer months to come, and September, even if the …
Tag: September
First days of September. He is driving his motorbike and he is going fast. He is meeting his girlfriend of many years ago, now with the comfortable status of an old friend, for lunch. He parks in front of the restaurant and he is leaning against his bike when he sees her at the bottom of the street. She looks almost the same as before – the same slim figure, the same dark hair – only not curly now, as …
