The dappled patches of shades under a leafy tree,the name of which is unknown to me,cover the asphalted ground of a sport park.
I walk around the stadium ring in the park at a leisurely ,but steady pace,feeling the balmy gale on my face ,blowing from the north.
Sometimes,it becomes strong enough to snatch my hat away from my head,whose hair is now streaked with gray or simply discolored strand,if you say so.
When coming back home,realizing that my cats were all hungry,I fed them on a terrace,built squeezed between houses,old and relatively old,thinking it was exactly a lunch al fresco!
Nobody knows who I am,what my existence is,what I'm doing,and how I'm feeling now.
So...I feel freedom and anonymity and it's also a kind of epiphany.