The air is often humid during this summer. It reminds me of summers in Florida. I prefer those clear summer days with a bright and sunny sky, no thunderstorms around and a fresh breeze.

On those lazy hot summer sundays, when I take time for myself, I like to listen to the sounds around me while not talking to someone for a while. Listening to the radio. Writing. The church’s bell. The sunday silence is special. I love it when I can listen to the music coming from the neighbourhood, too. Typing. Someone is playing the piano while I prepare a salad in the kitchen for a picnic. The phone rings. Ok, see you later.

The air is touched by chlorine smell from swimmingpools nearby. Only a few cars driving around. The sound of a vespa reminds me of holidays in Italy. When there are these really hot summer days, people seem to move in slow motion.

When I decide to drive to one of the beautiful lakes around, there are too many cars on the highways. Summer holidays in Europe have already started. Many travellers heading towards more Southern countries and their beautiful beaches. Most people just wanna get close to the water to refresh and relax. When I sit down in my car the image of a fish struggling for air comes into my mind – with its mouth wide open. Heat. Then sunday traffic jam.

The aircondition is blowing in my face. Everything seems to be slow. Too many cars. Need some water. The sweat still running down the body when coming out of the petrol station again and the sweet icecream almost runs down the fingers. Cars. Travellers. Caravans. I like the sound of motorbikes.

Arriving back home, a neighbour is obviously listening to classical music. I can even hear the voices from TVs around because everybody seems to have the windows and doors wide open to get some fresh air. In the evenings there is still the smell of barbecues. Grilled meat. Fish? At night I can hear the cats screaming. I hate that sound, like the dog that gets upset about it. Barking. And then a mosquito. Bssssssssss. Annoying until I can catch it.

Silence again when the windows are closed. Sitting down in the darkness. Typing. The light just coming from the computer’s keyboard and the TV screen. The sound of the ventilator. Just lightning from two screens. Or is the flicker from another thunderstorm? Typing. Oh, interesting sound, too. It reminds me of our old type writer. I loved to type my first poems on it. This special sound. Typing poems with my heart full of emotions. Memories. Heat. Thunder. Summer nights. Summer sounds. Good night, baby.