Staying at our home in Northern Greece the feeling of summer has disappeared in the last few days. Dark Clouds are conquering more and more space of the sky. Still I am packing my backpack every day with my towel, swimming goggles, and a book (Hemingway’s short stories, to be precise). I walk a mall, sometimes muddy path for maybe half an hour to the near beach, where people seemed to have disappeared. Then I swim. Maybe half an hour. It’s cool and fresh and the entry to another sphere, another state of being.