31 August 2024
The morning rises almost shy with the first rays of sun already warm. The photo taken next door is the morning before while now we have reached what is the day chosen for an early departure from the difference of 480 € for three people and one car.
We come back early, three days earlier and it's better this way even though I think I would definitely have thought about it at the time of the initial tickets.
Also this morning he saw the cats "protectors", without them my stay here would not be affectionate in the same way.
I haven’t seen the red cat yet this morning while mom black cat arrived after the tiger-growing "baby", a cat with a unique sweetness! When she plays and when she caresses she never pulls out her claws and then she's really sweet and also beautiful. I'm gonna miss him a lot!
This post comes from the inspiration of a friendly voice that put in my ear the creation of a starting post and here it is, inspired by the last morning, the last day that this night will spend by ship between Sardinia and Liguria and then reach Piedmont again.
It was a summer accompanied by Gino Paoli’s music: It was enough to discover an album I didn't know "notes of a long journey" of which four wonderful songs titled as the four seasons. His warm voice kept me company in the coldest moments and sleepless nights and I predict that he could accompany even during my boat ride on the way back!
It was a summer that started with weeks of headache, every day, both before leaving and even once you arrived here. Then there was the evolution in allergy that froze my nose and then caused me annoyance and cough in the trachea area. I had to phone my basic doctor who prescribed me an antihistamine and cortisonic spray that helped me a bit, not entirely but enough to not drip like a zombie unable to breathe.
There have been days of deep melancholy, fears, loneliness. There have been days of anger and difficulty living together and sometimes I have come to not bear the few people I had around. Technology, mobile phones that sometimes make us a bit ridiculous and dead, especially when we are in company and escape from the present, devoting our attention to a screen and ignoring those we are near. At other times we are with people but we think about others and try to organize the holidays with them too, but, at that time, I felt like I felt like I had another escape or another desire to improve that present from which we are moving.
I have been the observer of all this, participating in something else that for me has been the search for tranquility and as always the well-being that has become so rare and difficult to find!
Another summer has passed, perhaps who knows, I can say more in the company of my native family. Every now and then I wonder what "holidays" of my future will be like, but if I think about the future in general, it frightens me because, as Gino Paoli says in the passages I have heard these days, I am of the moon and not of this planet. What do they know about the moon and how it works for me? On the Moon 🌚 Everything's different 😊.
