A summer storm

Today I was almost giving up my daily walk because of the excessive heat and damp, which the TV news said was the peak of summer. I had already seen my childhood best friend for a drink at the kiosks in the park near my house, so I could even shut myself back in the air conditioned room actually. I thought I could invite my friend to go together so to have a bit more motivation, but she had an unexpected last minute call by her boyfriend and she couldn't join me.

But while going back home myself, I noticed the weather changing and I decided not to give up. 

Sadly I changed my open high heels into closed sneakers and still wearing the beautiful clothes I left, headed to the lake. Along the street, a screen was showing that at 7.00PM the temperaure was still 32°C, but the damp was the real thing. There was some times when I felt like even though I opened my mouth inhaling deeply, I couldn't get any oxygen, gasping like a fish outside water. 

I was regretting the air conditioner all along the way, but when I finally reached the lake, by the willows and the other trees, a stormy sky with a wide black cloud hanging over the greyish pink waters, gave me back my breath. Outside the block of houses a strong wind was sweeping away all the humidity in the air, and again I could breathe properly. My hair, even if tied in a ponytail, scattered  on my face and in my eyes.

Other people in sportswear were running, a little moorhen was pecking around in the grass near the reeds, and the atmosphere was really lovely. In the waters of the small harbor, if you cared looking sharply, under concentric circular ripples it was possible to spot big black fishes swimming peacefully right under the surface of water. 

I walked along the lakeside for a while, then, even if the air was amazing and I wanted to stay more, I decided to go back home just in case the black cloud decided to rain. And in fact I was right in my decision. A few minutes after I got home, an extremely strong wind knocked over the vases on my balcony, howling like a wolf through the slit under the door. The sky quickly turned into a lead grey colour and the storm broke out. You could see waves in the waterdrops pushed by the wind, and being the drops so thick the air seemed like it was white.