LAZY AFTERNOON

 The hot city centre and moist air ushering in a short but heavy storm.

And so was one of the beautiful lazy afternoons in Prague about month ago.

This mood and the feelings I've got flicking through pictures taken back that day reminded me of one book passage I read a couple of days ago. Let me quote it:

" ... The sun was was falling in the haze of distant factories, and in the adjoining slums the scatter of glass picked up the raw glow of smoggy sunset. Sounds we usually couldn't hear reached us now that we were up high, and crouching on the tarred shingles, resting chins in hands, we made out, faintly, an indecipherable backward-playing tape of city life, cries and shouts, the barking of a chained dog, car horns, the voices of girls calling out numbers in an obscure tenacious game - sounds of the improvised city we never visited, all mixed and muted, without sense, carried on a wind from that place. Then: darkness. Car lights moving in distance. Up close, yellow house light coming on, revealing families around televisions. One by one, we all went home."