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On a hot Saturday morning

31 Ιουλίου, 2021

It’s becoming increasingly impossible in a physical way, to keep on doing my runs. Far too hot, almost round the clock. I just cannot wake up early enough when it is the right time.

But I keep doing it. At my time in life, I still have things to do and targets to fulfil. I have still not tried a full marathon. Time is running out since pretty soon the number six will be featuring prominently on my age.

I am still happy though, just to be able to engage in these runs, to dream of doing something better – and I am comparing my purely selfish motivation with those losers, the bigger guys who specialize in managing failure packaged as exceptional triumphs! The comparison is obviously and indisputably favourable towards me.

Still, I cannot hide the fact that there are qualities and disqualifications at this time in life. And at a certain stretch in this morning’s run, fully exposed to the killing sun, I felt a little dizzy and I moved to the side of the path. For a moment I touched the trunk of a tree.

An angry sound was heard, obviously I had stepped on the home of somebody, a quick tzzzzzz…. followed and the bloody pest flew away after peeing on my face.

A momentary revulsion ensued. But then I thought that all cicadas live 99% of their miserable lives down below the earth, away from all this beauty, and on top of that when they finally come out, they are literally hours away from their death. The feeling of revenge was sweet, even though I thought it was petty.

I kept going and started dreaming. Nice day to be on a beach, or rather, to have been on a beach already. My favourite beach on the northern coast is still difficult to reach, but today I should not mind. The wind will still be blowing from the north, there are going to be waves there, or even big waves. Just like that time a million years away when mother in her second-hand blue Mini took me, my brother and grandmother to Five Mile beach, The waves were so big that they went on top of the Golden Rock. We didn’t swim that day; I think we went back to the house we were renting from this nice family that was all but the mother eliminated one of the following summers. There, I continued my campaign of exterminating the red ants that I considered my enemies. Unlike the black hard-working ones who were my friends.

Little I knew then.

When the run finally finished, I took a casual look at the long-range forecast on my telephone. Hellishly hot as far as the weather models can stretch.

Basically, no hope, fitting so well with the wider context, not just matters of the environment.

The soundtrack was very fitting at that moment, the number one song in hell was playing, “Bella Lugosi’s dead” by Bauhaus.

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  1. Elmos Neocleous permalink
    31 Ιουλίου, 2021 11:48

    Καλά, πότε πρόλαβες και το έγραψες;; :))

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