The Neighbour’s Perspective
I stepped out that morning and embraced the day. It was sunny and the heat beat down upon my face like water from a shower head. I had always liked days like this as I usually felt more relaxed and calm which is something of a rarity for me. I’ve never understood people who dislike the summer; it’s a beautiful time of year: children playing and laughing; women in beautiful, floating dresses; and lush, green trees encased in healthy, lustrous leaves and bright flowers. Even the greyest of concrete structures seems to sparkle in the sunlight and I find it ...