July sizzles under a record heatwave. This is where I'm happiest: in a cool sea, under a hot sun, with nothing but silent horizons and dreams and languages around me.
I stay as close to the sea as I can. Staring at distant islands,
getting grass stains on my shorts, finding myself. I
cook for my mother, study birds with my sister, lend my car to my
brother-in-law, play silly games with my nephew.
I forget that there are such things as shoes, cold rain, work, lattes, make-up, friends, indoor activities.
I get annoyed by such things as horseflies, the proximity to my mother and the fact that the sun is trying to kill me.
I'm not moving from my hiding place until July is over.
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