Today is the day, the last day of the holidays, the last holidays' day, the last holy day. Oh well. Be as it were the inescapable fact is that I've been counting numbered days since Aug. 1st, whether I have actually liked it or not (which I haven't), not being really much looking forward to the end of the month. There has been a heavy awareness of the passing of time all through these thirty-one days, which may have in turn made it seem quicker, that remorseless passage. Tomorrow routine will resume, and though I know I'll accommodate myself to the new situation with no effort I'll be missing the gratifying idleness of barely a few hours ago. And I'll somehow marvel (once again) at the difference between then and now, the sudden change of state of mind and affairs, wondering why the rules of the game are as they are. The loud cries of the children down at the swimming pool, which pierced my ears this very morning and challenged my weak ability to focus, however mildly, my attention, are already gone. The late afternoon heat is still, highly and punctually, annoying, turning this particular last day not much different to the previous thirty. Yet tomorrow will be a completely different story altogether, and I'm here watching the last hours, the final minutes and seconds drift away fast while becoming painfully aware of the increased activity coming up to the living room window from recently dicovered new noise sources which have just elbowed their way to the mixture of every non-holiday sounds in the street below.
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