A month was so long
Do you remember how long the months were a few years ago? Especially the anonymous, gray and dark ones, like November, January or February. Not anymore, now they fly, even when they are boring, when nothing happens and the days get shorter. The weather swings between cold and hot wind, you really don’t know how to dress, mosquitoes bite, rain turns into floods, breeze turns into whirlwind, jolts into earthquakes that crush entire villages and destroy our millennial heritage, as if, really, “a thousand and no more a thousand”.