287: Winter’s Summery Afternoon
Lately, I’ve noticed that every August, winter picks out a day for a preview of the summer that is come. 23 August 2015, I think that might’ve been a Friday but I remember that night like it was summer. I’d gone to bed in only a nightie and short shorts because it felt so much like summer, but then in the morning I woke up shivering and in pain.
Yesterday was my first taste of summer after what seemed like a long winter. I loved it so much, but it only lasted until nightfall. But it’s a memory I’ll treasure, the taste of my favourite season in another.