Off-season

A backblip. The reception hut in a small camping area by the sea in the village I grew up.

In summertime, everything is much more busy and nice with summer visitors but each time I come here in October-November, It's all dead and I remember the sixteen year old girl long time ago who hardly could wait to finish her school to get out to the "real" world.

And I thought about the chores that were waiting for me that evening and the next day. It's nothing, really, I'm happy to help out. But somehow feeling like fighting against time knowing I will be loosing nevertheless. Later, getting hands-on first cleaning the fridge inside out helped and things started looking much brighter again.