Open your coat, leave your head rest in the sunlight, slow down the pace and let the skin warm: summer comes bit by bit , first it hides inside the march buds , but we can guess it is coming...people come out in the sun and take off coats to take up all the sun warmth , to stretch in midday sun with this sense of gentle protection , of starting to feel again the world outside as one stretches in the morning in the bed to discover how wide and supple he can be.
La Defense, this surrealistic place in Paris is opening up to spring, with nonchalance as if not to let her notice we are joining in the party.
This place dedicated to business strangely hosts some condominia at the same time, now and then at midday time when all the people from the tall skyscrapers are thrown out in the streets you can see some of the inhabitants of the place with some bread or some shopping going home... but sometimes the traces of human and not business life are only left in the balconies.
Yet there are some people playing making the time stretch , the time for the ball to touch the ground canbe as long as a minute and as long as eternity , the eternity of those who live the moment and not need more.
they seem to be people of the sun , they left the heavy cloacks but keep a scarf here and there to leave a last defense against a winter biting back. Somewhere a long ago I read that these days of march are summer in the sun and winter in the shadow, I think it was during my school days and I still remember the immediate feeling of hot on my skin and the cold lurching back.
Anyway here for the few moments of the lunch break , a piece of south has made its way into these box places which are skyscrapers and meeting room. The people are transformed back to gauchos from another time guessing their chances and approving of the courage of some.. For some seconds I can believe it is the new summer coming.
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