Wakacje

The world has shrunk to rainy streets, sticky fog and endless full English breakfasts, where even the sun seems to have gone on holiday with no return date. In my head, I can feel the heat of Africa, the salty air of Mallorca and the sound of the sea, which drowns out everything else: worries, bills and longing for normal weather. I just want to bask in the sun, spend every last penny and lose myself in a party where there are no deadlines, no plans and no Mondays.

But for now, there are only pubs, bored faces and a map of the world under my finger. Somewhere out there is a life where you don't have to justify why you're not at the seaside, but still in England. And I can only dream: someday, tickets, a suitcase and the intoxicating sun will become more real than this endless grey day.