Also this year the summer has passed and arrived the penultimate day here in Sardinia.
It was a special summer, with my father who was not well and did not touch the sea all the time.
As also happens in recent years, again this time I risked not to leave: last year I did not feel well (very strong anxiety from the start) while this year the idea was that from the moment Sardinia was over-full and charged with covid-19 infection it was safer and wise to stay in Turin where the situation turned out to be better.
A matter of a few minutes from the start and at the end I left also because if it were not for the sea, I could no longer swim easily as the pools were closed and have now only closed to those equipped with green pass.
This year we anticipated the return home but on the other hand the dates set here in Sardinia maybe had exceeded every record. Early return is also an excellent choice to avoid the green pass that will take effect from September 1, also for public transport including aircraft and ferries.
I sense melancholy and also joy in departure. Melancholy because, as the last days approach, my soul goes in contrast with the nostalgia of return (with some beautiful and unique things in my area) and the unique and new magic experienced in this land in contact with marine nature and beyond.
It would take a snap of fingers to be able to return for a few hours or days home and another snap of fingers to reappear here, as needed or even better to desire! For example, to be present when the beach depopulates, when the infections decrease because all vacationers have now returned. When perhaps from the beach or port, dolphins pass through even if it is not a usual thing but very rare.
I'm worried about returning a possible new lockdown or the routine that could become a prison in my room and loneliness. Even the bad company, however, thinking about it, could be a problem so better alone than poorly accompanied. I’ll miss the thrill of swimming with fish circling around me curious or with a cormorant.
Perhaps the most beautiful experience was the bath with a 9 month clear labrador, but also yesterday when I swam next to big fish!
The living sea is scary but it is also extremely beautiful because it is alive and you don’t feel the only thing living in the water. You can have really nice meetings!
When a summer closes, I never know if it will happen again as I have been used to for years because in a year I have no certainty that the whole family will still be there. This year then, starting in September, there will be important changes that scare me a bit. Years go by and I'm afraid there's nothing but accepting it. The changes...
Well, as the seconds pass the ship is ever closer to getting away from a destination to approach "new".
