After a trip I met up again with my friend. Then both went back. I am from the South, she from the Middle East. Here, in Wro, fortunately still a dogorywało summer, so seemed to us that the heat that zwiozłyśmy with each other, he is still with us. After an hour of joyful shifting to stories, anecdotes, jokes, however, something changed. We sat on the Salt gapiłyśmy on the square and the people and increasing awareness began to reach out to us that this is just going to end the summer that he would fall, rain, however, that our pace of life is not what we're talking. We sat downcast and without a word. Suddenly she asked, and noticed that there is everything from that heat is a slender, lithe, such shedding is in your hands. "In the arms" - I added you in my thoughts. Warm, soft Southern air, like the smells, the flow straight into our arms. The heat is even a "subtext" of the wind, in each of the many halek day.
Well, I do not like the cold, transitional weather changes (whore) precipitation, atmospheric pressure saddles. If ever I'll go down to depression, melancholy, or other type of spleen - it certainly will be the fault of the aura. I can not go on the agenda of the bogging down, closing, norowaniem, reheating, overlapping several layers of clothes, taking off jackets - Just in case ...
Because there is nothing more beautiful than driving fast at night, car windows pootwieranymi when the warm wind penetrates into the interior, tearing her hair, clothes and whatever else and it is a constant, not a momentary benevolence climate.
I would give a lot now, to sit on the rickety chair ratanowym overlooking the rocky gaps "nose of St Francis', Altea or roofs, or green line Pontus Euxinus :-)
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