I love the rain. Finally a break. A true relief. Now I can stay at home without feeling guilty. The sun is out, how come you’re not enjoying it? In a region where summer means an endless sequence of sticky days and heavy thunderstorms, sun on a weekend day is like a lottery jackpot. You should go out. You must go out! On that one day where one could finally sleep long and get all the urgent house work done, that damn blue sky and unbearable bright sun feed my remorse. All these people going on hikes and crowding the outdoor seats of the restaurants make me feel even more guilty. You are missing out on the summer! The problem is that the summer is too nice here. It is warm enough to enjoy the great outdoors yet not hot enough for a heatstroke. The pressure to enjoy that is enormous. Rain is the only way out. And when will it rain again? On the exact same moment that I am done with the housework and I get on the bike to go somewhere.

In summer nights, I light this candle that magically stops time while I sit on the balcony