I stop and stand. In the shaded place beside an olive tree where the sun sapped dogs lie and the cicadas chirrup. Beside the house. Outside the kitchen. Out where the air is purer. Breathable. I inhale. Deeply. Greedily. The insects´ trilling chatter, a fizzing electrical interference, suddenly stops as if a switch has been flicked the moment I appear. The noise ringing in my ears even though they have finished.
Ducking Out
Ducking Out
Ducking Out
I stop and stand. In the shaded place beside an olive tree where the sun sapped dogs lie and the cicadas chirrup. Beside the house. Outside the kitchen. Out where the air is purer. Breathable. I inhale. Deeply. Greedily. The insects´ trilling chatter, a fizzing electrical interference, suddenly stops as if a switch has been flicked the moment I appear. The noise ringing in my ears even though they have finished.