Today the temple lies in ruins. My guide spoke of Continue reading
I love the summertime.
I love the warm cross-breeze through my apartment when all the windows are open.
I love bare feet indoors and sandals outdoors.
I love not having to wear socks.
I love linen capri trousers and shoulders bare to the sun.
I love sunshine through dappled, leafy shade.
I love the sharp smell of rain on hot pavement.
I love the soft smell of growing things on the wind.
I love the freedom from layers and mittens and boots.
I love not having to brace myself to step outside.
I love the feeling of a summer breeze on sweat-damp skin.
I love sprawling across the bed in nothing but a bra and boxer shorts on a lazy afternoon.
I love walking down the beach with my feet in the water and the sun on my back.
I love the rumble of distant thunder and the rush of cool air ahead of a storm on a sweaty, sticky evening.
I love being able to sleep with the windows open.
After a long, brutal, exhausting winter, summer is finally on the way.
The road to Elgol, the small village where my family lived going as far back as there are records to show it, has only one lane, winding and twisting with lochs on one side and steep hills on the other. … Continue reading