Today the afternoon was blue. Storm blue.
The rough sea of the horizon had brought the flocks of fish close to the shore, and with them the gulls and other seabirds, who took advantage of this circumstance as well as the fishermen who lined up a short distance from the water. On the horizon of the sea the lightning broke the blue while I thought that maybe I should decide to buy me a new camera, and with it in my hand to lose myself for hours trying to catch the red of an autumn sunset or the flight of a bird or the blue of the storm. Maybe I should think about buying that camera. However, I’m so tired.
This afternoon seeing the storm heading north, I’ve wished I could talk about trivia again. I would like to be able to download my daily life of transcendence. Can I ever write about travel anecdotes again? Will I ever be able to return to the monotonous daily life?
Maybe one day, I hope not too far, my life will have that boring point that always has peace. Maybe
However, surely that future life will be different.