Days in September end in lost hours, the sun hides behind the thick green pine, the low light catches the golden inscription of the chinese cabinet. It feels like an almost easy ending of the summer season. The leafs from the old platane dance around my flip flops when I walk out the door and head onto the hilly path that is the old road to the castle.
Humidity and a lump of fresh air mingle in the early hours of this late summer morning while the heat of long months sits in the wooden floor like sun at my skin after a long day of swimming and diving in the silver blue waves.
venster