I like that, very much. Well... this morning and in the Summer here in Portugal, though the humidity is indeed hard to endure, the Sun can kill you. You feel it on your skin, penetrating, taring cells appart, hurting every inch of your body. It is unbearable. But how I miss it, when I'm abroad! I miss the yellow light that burns the eyes and sudenly disappears in a very dark shaddow. It is the contrast of light and darkness that gives the tone to our Summer. An intensity I've learn to love, home. Clara
Today...
ResponderEliminarNon calor sed umor est qui nobis incommodat.
(It's not the heat, it's the humidity.)
Inspired by one of your earlier posts from last year: "I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO LEARN LATIN"
• John
I like that, very much. Well... this morning and in the Summer here in Portugal, though the humidity is indeed hard to endure, the Sun can kill you. You feel it on your skin, penetrating, taring cells appart, hurting every inch of your body. It is unbearable. But how I miss it, when I'm abroad! I miss the yellow light that burns the eyes and sudenly disappears in a very dark shaddow. It is the contrast of light and darkness that gives the tone to our Summer. An intensity I've learn to love, home. Clara
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