my Marche
Landscapes and Architecture

I'm wandering through the Marche countryside and I feel an undue sense of bewilderment. I know the places inside out, I could walk around them with my eyes closed, but the heat and the mugginess make me nervous and what's more I've never seen the fields so yellow. Generally there are the midsummer showers to regulate and reinvigorate the tones, I remember in the past these sudden and improvident semi-deluges while the road seemed to become a canal of Venice. This year yes, there was no shortage of rain, just a few days ago, on a Sunday morning while I was going to church, I like going to church early in the morning, I feel more of the sense of the sacred, all hell had descended: trees uprooted, billboards flew, cars drafted and then in less than an hour, the sun had risen and the fog had descended, the wind had dropped, the temperature had risen. I didn't know where to go. In my beloved sea? Who knows if he had moved... What would I have done given that I had some free time and I certainly wouldn't have started working to please him in this bizarre weather, incapable of taking a clear position. It was July for God's sake, and he still didn't know how to do his duty!
I could have read, as I always do, the book is never missing in my varied day, but then I had turned towards the coast. It hadn't been a good idea, the sea was rough and all we could do was admire it from afar, while flocks of seagulls tried to get food by circling around the waves.
Here you can see I'm wandering, I'm in the countryside and I think of the sea and when I'm at the seaside I think of the countryside. We in the Marche are like this: one never excludes the other. Happy mid-August to everyone, in case we didn't hear from you before.

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