’Watermelon and beer’ or ’On revient toujours a ses premiers amours’

Of course I can’t imagine any summer without both! will always keep in mind the image of my grandparents carrying watermelon from the market early every single morning, so this is how August would normally pass back some 15 years ago, with me hanging out and eating watermelon for as long as possible. It was the ‘thing’ that would bring as all together, we would ‘’assess’’ the quality, the sweetness of the watermelon on a daily basis, we would invite neighbours over to try it.  Sometimes I think that as a teenager I would be much wiser about my simple silly life in general, much more than I am right now, simply because then you don’t have too much of a background to compare things against, and you still wonder at things, and you still think that you may still get as many tries as possible, or eat as much of watermelon as possible. What about the beer then? Definitely not the case of the time, not at all, however they seem to have the same effect on me somehow and the same status in a way. What does it feel like? Beer is simply as a summer dream, one that starts on a hot July night and ends when September comes.  What does summer do to people?  Except for the watermelon and beer, it links people, it creates memories, it probably makes people imagine more than usual, it certainly makes one fantasize, and it mostly generates a sort of dizziness, however one certainly feels happier and more alive.  But that’s intricate! Cuz it makes one realize that one needs so little to be happy in the end: watermelon.