DAY 17 – Aug 19 a whiff of spring a scent of jasmine in the air bluer skies dazzling daylight lasting longer soul uplifting then there comes the sting the thought of summer and another bout of suffering of being back at 2020 groundhog day at square one smoky barbecue crisp January orange sun smouldering above slow-cooking fields firing flora fauna all the way down to the boiling sea knowing
just as suddenly those charcoal days will fade to distant memory for the unmasked hordes soon Speedo flocking to the shore try and stop them try to pull them over they’ll’ve had enough come this November (try October) lockdown’s barely bearable in winter when the only flames are in the grate and swaddling your face and hands not much of an ask a whiff of spring and those gloves are off defiant chins break through the mask clenched teeth grinding anarchic and unbridled wrath and, o, it will be on, friends for the young and for the very very old still lucky-to-be living so embrace the last of cheery cold hard sensibility bask in the wet and sane and wintery.
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