It's never been my favorite season ....
yet ...
comes a time of year when ... I miss her.
It must be said that here the summer never seems to end ... but there is always a day when the air changes and you realize it's over.
E 'come winter. Yes, because we
can no longer speak of spring and autumn.
Spring and autumn are so ephemeral that you do not have time to perceive that have already flown away.
Today I woke up, and in the midst of my daily routine I went out on the balcony ... what a day ... dream!
A step back, a blinding sun and the sea brilla.E despite the fresh air typical of "our winter" there it was my summer.
Because for me the summer is not just the scorching heat that is with us for months but they are the endless days of sun, sea brighter than usual and a sense of calm.
Summer is the 'output in an inflatable boat, evenings under the stars of Taormina, the shows at the greek theater, walks on the beach, out in the car with the hood open and the loud music, the granita with brioche, a swim with Dad "Nica go to check it is still putting the" and then down under 'water with a mask and a sense of lightness and absolute pleasure I feel in those moments forever.
Summer is the sea and that sense of freedom and endless always manages to convey.
Summer is the mother and her creme " put that with the highest protection otherwise you burn!"
Estate is the grandparents and the house in the country, talks with her grandfather and the smell of jasmine.
Summer for me is this and much more.
So I think it's normal that when I seem to hear it in the air, always a smile escapes me ...
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