NaNoWriMo ended a week ago and I, actually, managed to achieve my goal! Which was: make progress on the story I’ve been putting off for almost two years.
This summer was long.
Mind you, it wasn’t bad and I’m in no way complaining, but the damn thing was so long that I was erasing days from the calendar, one by one, until the arrival of September. Fortunately, the weather changed alongside the month. September brought my vacation, my marriage, and beautiful moments with my family and close friends that made all this dragging worthwhile.
I like summer. I don’t love it, because the heat is unforgiving in Greece and – unfortunately- I don’t leave next to the sea. The opportunity to swim and stay in the water until my skin peels off and the salt cooks me under the burning sun is what makes summer tolerable. What I love, though, are specific parts of those months which I have connected with memories of my childhood and endless summers that meant only leisure and fun, like the cicadas being as loud as they can all day long, the silence at noon after lunch that stretches until early afternoon that is different from any silence in winter, and the long long days.