Heat, dust, idleness. Smells like summer-break. Feels that way, too. My only escape so far has been my room, but the sun managed to slowly warm it up and now I have to turn on the air conditioning. I am so gone with my mind that I can almost smell the sea.
Every year I get this strange feeling somewhere in the middle of May. It usually doesn't go away until the first weeks of June. Does anyone else feel it? You can't quite describe it, but you know it's there. And even if I could describe it, I wouldn't. A feeling that is analyzed automatically loses its fascination. That's why I won't say too much this time...that, and also because I'm sleepy.