I am in my flat and outside it's raining...
All the sudden I get memories of when I was a child/teenager, going to the sea with my mum and siblings.
In Italy there is a national holiday called "Ferragosto" on the 15th of August, which is considered the hottest day of Summer.
People celebrate it by spending the entire day at the beach with the whole family, eating and playing, or by going up to the mountains and having a barbecue.
During the Ferragosto week most of the people from North of Italy come to the South to pass by the holidays with their families by the sea and get tanned, after all the sun's benefits are countless.
That makes beaches, shops and streets really crowded, which is something we were not used to.
Few days after everyone is gone, everything is back the way it was before and all the sudden, us kids feel Summer is going to end, even if there are still a couple of weeks left in August and, why not, even in September. But all is left is a bitter emptiness feeling: you know sooner or later you will get back to school and the days will turn into cloudy rainy and eventually cold.
And in a such blink of eye you are at the shop pushing a trolley full of pens, pencils, diaries and notebooks.
...and I get back to this my flat, alone, still saviouring that vivid feeling my memory gifted me with..
Sometimes time seems only wrapping into itself and even if you are on an upper layer, by just turning your head you can see your past, even touch it, almost you are standing right there next to the youngest yourself and watching like in a black and white movie.
