a summer to catch

tuesday was the hottest day of the year. it was too hot that it was almost too scary. but i do the cursing when the autumn air starts to make its presence known. i'm not one for the falling leaves of fall nor the icy atmosphere of winter. even spring brings the chill.

i know it's too boring to talk about the weather. but you don't get that feeling in europe. the sunset in my semi-rural nook in the far east is constantly at five pm, not past seven. with the 21st of june, the longest day of any year, long gone, the countdown to longer nights begin and the smile on my face and all the cheers thereof would slowly fade.

there's no football during the summer. the premiership players might already be back in training but the wimbledon mania permeates the air. i have colleagues talk of tennis and wimbledon with such amazing fervor and then shower the other tournaments of the calendar year with nary a thought, in all likelihood mixing up their ancics and blakes and stay relatively quiet when the names from recent past crop into the picture. as i searched in vain for my friend joy's snail mail from years ago where she scribbled that tennis and golf being for toffs, i now have to plod under the drizzle and be utimately grateful that there's still light outside.