A Matter of Taste - Jennifer Baljko

A dry white wine, blanc de blanc, chilled, refreshing.
A piece of hake, flash fried, cooked to perfection. Drizzled with olive oil and a squeeze of lemon.
Pasta salad bursting with color. Bright red tomatoes, yellow peppers, green capers, white beans, black olives.
Chips, too salty, but crunchy.
Chocolate and hazelnut ice cream, dripping down the side of a freshly made wafer cone.
Figs, peaches, plums, watermelon… their sweetness fading as the calendar flips.
Lazy weekend mornings at the beach, soaking up the sun. Early evenings reading on the lounge chairs on the terrace, watching the sun drop behind the hills.

Summer living in the Mediterranean. Gone until next year.
Dark clouds. Downpours. A drop in temperature.
Pulling fuzzy socks out of the drawers, shoving flips flops to the back of the closet.
Curling up on the couch, under a blanket.
Marking time, passing time.
Savoring the change.