My next-door neighbour moved back to Austria on Thursday, and – along with a whole crate of booze – left me with her six house-plants. I live in the city centre, which right now is pretty cold and bleak; greys and browns dominate, with green an increasingly rare sight. That’s why, as I watered the plants this afternoon, I felt a sudden surge of happiness; when I got to this guy, and felt the weak sunshine streaming through the window and moving over my bare skin, a tingle ran through my body. I thought about rolling around in the high summer grass; about swimming naked in rivers, and fucking against a tree in the woods.
The snow is due to set in next week, but however bad the weather gets over the next couple of months, summer and all its sexy possibilities will never feel far away, as long as I’m surrounded by such greenery.