“The summer of their lives” I don’t comprehend this statement the way I used to. Then it was with admiration, fanaticism now its five words written in a blurb to attract an already attracted audience. What changed? What happened? Is not important how it changed? Is important.
The change arrived like a downpour, swept the sandy banks of my life with knowledge and once the sun was out, gusts of wind blew the sand everywhere. It was as if there had never been any downpour. Life was only a hot, dusty bank. Through the frequent insomniac nights, insect bites and strings of no replies I stood and observed. I told myself I was strong. I could conquer the world. Physically I was at a place where you could watch the city lights all night long, the houses were tiny patterns in a portrait and people were little toys. I was delighted. I told myself’ Maybe this is what it feels like when you are at the top’. I was strong and I was happy. In a few hours time I was a bundle of sorrow. There was another downpour and it left its mark for a couple of days in my eyes.
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