although the calendar says that it is autumn already, I will only close my summer tomorrow.

and today… today it is still summer, the last day of summer holidays… with sea salt on my skin, beach sand in children’ hair, music of sea, waves and the stories of books carried along, taste of orange from sandy little fingers, happy people talk somewhere far… I breeze it all in… and take my own sunshine back home.

I cannot wait for the autumn to start.