Southern summer in Europe

Nowadays… it's warm.
Time is ticking both slowly and to fast. In this strance cadence of time you can perceive through the lid of lukewarm air. 

The tattoo parlor is way too humid to work inside but still some customers still come.
Damp and nearly dead with the sun. 
I would give anything for rain. We would. 
I would go outside and dance under the rain. Going on and on with the heavy drop feop the sky. 
Unfortunately, no rain this week. 

I'm still sitting here. 
At the Cafe. Working on my book, waiting for the publisher, drawing everyday. 
Soon, I'll close the tattoo parlor and I'll go to see the ocean for a week. 
The see is always cold and raging. 
We'll perform music on the beach. My friend is supposed to teach me throat singing. I'll. Have to train my vocal chords once again. 

Life is slow. Nowadays… 
But if you blink, it's evaporated. 

Do people really dream to see how life goes on there? 
What can you find in this place I live in, what can you seek? I guess there are good things. 

Careless people, walking hand by hand, half naked in the streets. 
Parties everywhere. Free music, free concerts.
There's no more disease here, the pandemic has receded. Far away…
That's what they say. 

Waiting. 
That's what it is 
The world is on pause. And it waits for the rain. 
Soon, they say… soon.