Cuando los Días de Verano (When the Summer Days)

When the summer days aren’t more than grey clouds, long hours of rain and a ghostly light illuminates the passing hours. When summer resembles a half-forgotten memory, with its faint colours and blurry edges. When you come to terms with the fact that this is England and summer isn’t like anything the word is meant to imply.

It is then that, when blue reigns the sky and green shines with the colour of life, the soul wakes up early, together with the sunrise’s pinks and oranges, a clear sky and the promise of the sun’s warmth against the skin.

The Sound of Stones

Thoughts after my first attempt at an ultramarathon.

A lonely figure crossing the bare landscape, vertical being against the flat surroundings. The beam of its headlamp and a thin purple line on the horizon the only things contrasting against the dark sky, clouds charged with the energy of the upcoming summer storm.