the 46th summer of my life

Summer evening

Me in undies

On a bed

In a cottage house

With a book in my hand

Nature breathing the hot day off

Can hear the telly downstairs

Voices

Spoons rattling against the plates

Distant sounds of people

Somewhere, far from here

Politicians are busy to screw what they can

But I don´t care

It´s lovely here

Like the summers when I was a kid

Childhood defines us more than we realize

What is left

Is stoicism

So many wise had to endure

Even worse things