What is summer? The peak of the season, of a year, of a life cycle. A period in which you dream that the holiday is eternal, or rather that the sweet rest is supported by a negligible effort. The Elysian fields are the islands of the Mediterranean, dominated by the sun, whose heat is tender almost all year round. Probably many work a whole year to exile in the summer, as if summer were a divine moment with which to disconnect from the whole world. However, those who place too much faith in this period end up being disappointed and carry a bad expectation for the next future. After all, even the holiday is a burden. Everything is a burden if it carries with it an expectation.
Excellent post!
And I loved the photo too! 🙂
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