#8



I have always hated summer.

Summer seemed to me a time where ugly things happen.

Summer is a season full of scantily clad bodies, the shedding of layers, the manipulated sense of freedom one gets by being beckoned outdoors by a warm sun.

It�s that time of year when nature plays dress ups and wears her glorious masks of fuchsia and dazzling gold�s, bright yellows and deep mauves. She trots out all her pretty masks and we in return strip ours away.

She seduces us with warm breezes and musky perfumes, then goes for the exposed jugular.

Give me winter. Give me a cold grey day when Nature is bitter and cold, when she is honest . Give me layers and padding and scarves. Give me a hole, dark and cosy to shield me from the world�.

To shield me from myself.


2006-06-04 10:21 a.m.