‘Since coming back from Seoul, I appreciate everything about Scotland, the stars, the sea, the silence, the cherry blossom, the bees. The wind catching blossom petals and throwing them in the air, pale pink everywhere in the directionless blue sky.’
‘…Yet sometimes Tangier was unutterably dull, no vibrations.’
Ah, the summer holiday style blues find me as soon as I stay in one place a few weeks. Still, I can always find solace in Kerouac’s rythmical, lyrical lines, his melodious rhymes.
Do the summer holiday blues ever creep up on you?