I walk around town for hours today. It's getting warmer again, even though it's a bit windy. Between finding a new hat and picking up a birthday present for my niece I stop and look up at your balcony and think of the days when I admired the view from up there.
But it's getting late and the afternoon is dying already, and a new, different summer is coming up. I move on. I always do.

I also cut my hair today. Myself, I mean. It must have been more than three years now since I let someone else do it. Makes me feel independent and free from economic shackles and in control and all that. Now it's long on top, shaved on the sides, with a stripe down the back of the neck.
I'm getting closer to Gandhi with every haircut.