26 August 2013


This evening I went out rather late for the usual walk with the dog. The day was by then closing down in shades of pink, orange and intense turquoise. In the distance, on my left side and as I strolled towards the little park by the library, a vast stripy fireball was withdrawing swiftly behind the line of the lower buildings and trees which make the silhouette of town. At least from where I see it!
It was another rather hot day and Summer I feel, is reaching the point of tiredness and stagnation. I dream and search for Nordic seascapes. Having no means to be elsewhere for now, I dream.
Some people had brought out chairs into the pavement while some others were sitting on the public benches that are scattered on sidewalks over here. They chatted as I passed by, whole buildings emptied of their residents gathering outside trying to cool down, trying to socialise.
In the fountain I found three kids searching for a lost turtle hiding in the not too clear water. Immersed up to their knees and a broom in hands they were scanning the bottom of the fountain in the hopes of finding a bump indicating a lost turtle. I walked and smiled wishing them luck.
Everything had less and less detail as minutes passed and the voices were now more and more alive with neighbours assembling in groups contented of having had their evening meals and replacing the good old TV screens for a convivial evening outside.
Some older ladies were walking the dogs, as I was.
When I reached the area of tall trees by the school I saw some bats flying low, not many just a busy few and the night had closed in like a balmy curtain.
Besides the warm stillness the cicadas song took me back to a long time ago to a time when vividly I recall these same late Summer scenes like a stage placed in the memory and the early days with the scent of freshly picked sweet grapes.

1 comment :

Ariadne Skyrianidou said...

I felt like I was reading literature. Thanks!AriadnefromGreece!