The panorama is amazing. There is nothing else but nothing. There is not a living soul to be seen for miles around. The ground around the house is completely dry and cracked like the land in the Sahel Desert during the drought. The grass is defeated and the stones are burning.
Nothing can resist the heat except maybe, a conceptual artist.
I settle down in the best armchair in the house that I had taken off the porch. It was exactly the idea that I had of happiness. Nevertheless, the first zzzzz makes itself heard at the fifth minute. The second one twenty seconds later. My bare feet on the guardrail were the first target.