Korrigeringer

I really enjoy a bright shiny day, those when the sun seems to smile, birds sing and the flowers bloom just for you to admire them.

In those mornings I like to walk under the trees of the nearby park and see how some bold rays of sunshine dare to go down through the thick green foliage, lighting up my path.

Beautiful, isn’t it?

Well, approximately at one o’clock is when it starts to get warmer, warmer and eventually my glorious day has become a pan full of burning oil.

The sun does not slime anymore, flowers wither and birds, if they are not roasted already, they will try to hide themselves from the hell of summer.

Then, sweaty and half-dehydrated, all I can do is just to fall on my knees, look up to the sky and in a desperate attempt of relief I yell “Please, Al Gore, save me!!.” I guess I prefer cloudy rainy days, when the soft sound of the raindrops hitting on the sheet roofing, wakes me up in the mornings.

Those days have something special, there is nothing like look through the window and embrace the melancholy of those days.

The perfect weather to stay in, drinking chocolate (or coffee if you are hardcore) and doing nothing.

Apart from the heatwaves I have not lived to many extreme situations related with the weather, and I am lucky for that.