Summer is no longer a scent that lingers amongst efimerous desires. This time of year has finally become the gourmet aperitif that i've been nibling at since yesterday. To be exact, I was free since 16.30 (spanih time) yetserday afternoon, after taking my last Selectividad exam ( which would be the equivalent to A levels).
Right this instant, strays of sunshine brush my skin whilst trying to digest the fact that I have finally reached the point where I have nothing to do. No obligations, I mean. Enjoy, that's all.
This is actually quite comparable to a first date: when getting ready for a special occasion, girls tend to spend a hell of a long time thinking about every single detail (not to say they start pre-preparing it days beforehand). The only difference is, of course, I have been anxious to meet with Mr summer ever since the 12th of september of this past 2012. And now the stop-watch has reached its predetermined end, whilst I'm enjoying a glass of white wine together with freshly made Gazpacho and a smoked salmon salad as a second course. I've had a date with summer and Clara Ripollès: mission accomplished. It is when trying to assume that summer has stranded on my front porche, that I also realise the day I would forget all about timetables and scheduels, forget about wearing a watch in order to not arrive fashionably late to class; this day has finally come: All i need to do is enjoy.
