Distractions

I told you that summer would bring with it many distractions … so many, in fact, that I have not had too much time for posting and visiting.

Because how can I stay inside when this is out there beckoning me?

I feel a sense of giddiness in the air; a longing to cram every free hour with fun and laughter; an overwhelming wish to make memories, to look back on it all and remember. Remember – not the heat and the stickiness and the pesky insects – but the good times, the magical moments: the mischievous giggle of a little boy wetting me with the hose-pipe, the shrill cry of the cicadas, the honey colour of ancient buildings at sundown … the little things which I will look back on during dark winter days and which will warm up my heart.

And as the day draws to a close, I long for fresh breezes, rest and peaceful dreams  and for a boat to sail along the golden path of the dying sun and to sleep to the lullaby of the whispering sea …