This weekend is going to be rainy. It is not possible to make plans. It is a disappointment and a concern. The concern is because the rain is often punishing and comes associated with storms. Let’s hope the rain announced for tomorrow is the friendly kind.
Summer here has some breaks when we least expect it. Rain is a blessing, especially when there are areas of Africa where water is scarce:
I choose from the summer photos two or three as my favorites. In 2015 I was in Ibiza. In 2016 and 2017 in Inhambane, a more natural Ibiza.
Because today I did not want to write much, I decided to publish two photos as a souvenir of our 2017 vacation. There is also the instability of the weather and the visible signs of global warming, but this subject is much more complicated to address. Photos are a good way to remember, even when memories could be so much better…
Because the truth is to be told, I did not enjoy my recent stay in Inhambane. So that the reasons are not forgotten:
– the weather left much to be desired;
– I was not well treated or loved (neither then nor now).
These causes are a simplification of many things that have happened. He broke the chain and shows the usual inability to repair it. In his manual, what comes next is a separation followed by the false idea of forgiveness and restart. From so much use, the page is unreadable. It has no answers. And so I am in the position of giving what he likes to give in terms of feelings: little or nothing.
What matters is that I
was am not happy. I feel strong and well, because the beach always leaves me like this. Otherwise, I just try to forget and go on…
There is an ongoing debate on whether there is Autumn or not. This is because things are a little different here. Before the cold season there is a fantastic period that reminds us of Spring. Such period does not give rise to summer and corresponds to the months of March, April and May.
Now that it should be the end of spring because Summer is beginning, we have what resembles Autumn. This morning I opened one of the windows of our house and exclaimed, “It’s Autumn!” It was not for less. The roofs are covered with dry leaves, as you can see in the photo I took. I’m sure there is Spring and Autumn, but they happen in a different sequence and mood.
This week we had a day proving why this city is known for having days that are a truly compact of all seasons.
Let’s see. I woke up on a spring day. At noon it was summer. Around 3pm it was winter and from 4 forward we went in the autumn. It remains to be seen which season or seasons we shall have the next week.
It’s summer again. Well, I live in Southern Africa. In the years before I would have been enjoying the sun and the longest days. However, this year nothing seems the same.
Deep down I know that something is wrong. By any chance, it is not me or my relationship with anyone. It’s the world that does not seem right. There is something very sad about the times that we live. Cold and grey summer days… Intuitive people can see that. In the last instance, summer is a state of mind.
The southern hemisphere summer will start just in a few days. Are you ready, Seabell?
Here is to summer 2017/18: hip, hip, hooray!