July is turning to its end. The evenings become darker, but the warmth of the bright days still lingers in my limbs and the glory of summer caresses my mind.
Maybe it’s the dark and velvety August nights that are the best time in summer? I believe so and I’m welcoming August with anticipation, do come, and let me look at the stars that have been away for weeks while the night sky has remained pale blue. The Milky Way rushes through my veins, my blood is throbbing, and I’m ready to store the last drops of the smooth heat summer will give me.
You won’t find me here for some days –I’ll be in my private paradise. See you. In August.