wintertime
If I am not mistaken, years ago there existed a season called winter. People would happily confine themselves inside the house and play the piano, paint their bodies, put nail polish on, shave their legs, take long baths, hug their dogs, sip vin brulee and hot tea and light candles. Now, this everlasting summer makes things really hard because our (my) human (animal) nature prevents us (me) from staying home when it’s warm and sunny outside. And since I don’t have a balcony where I can sit and carry on doing my activities, my not-being-able-to-stay-at-home translates into a total inability to do anything whatsoever. What a waste of time.
If global warming really kicks in, i will definitely need a terrace to live in. Oh yes, I want a square terrace, and i’ll make a rainforest out of it. There will be shady area, many plants, a sunbathing zone, an eating section, a massage department and room for the dog. Otherwise, i’ll need to start thinking of moving to Sweden, cause i need some fresh air and some dark days to force me inside the house.
This article in the newspaper today said that Italy in 2050 will be a desert, that the Alps will be green and rainy with no snow and that the Italian summer will be unbearable. And that tourists from the North will have no reason to come to Italy on vacation in the summertime as the northern coasts of Europe will be tropical heavens.
I mean come on, it’s Jan 7 but it looks like Aug 1st in Dubai - and now i’m on my way to the park, where I will do nothing at all.
Anne, I miss you so much!
