"The Morning Hour": Ivano Fossati, Panama

Most of the time, the UK is one hour apart from Continental Europe.
There are moments though, when a less-than-2-hours flight can bring you ahead a few months... namely, from August to November. Looking out of the window these days, it's really hard to think that not far from here and only two days ago, August means 35 degrees, hard sun flattening all the shadows to the ground, slow walking and mosquitoes (jeez, I'm even missing them!). The sky here is shining with silver clouds these days, the air is not cold but is definitely not hot and, above all, the feeling is that summer is way behind us, back to work, back to long sleeves, back to planning life.

The song here is, beyond the shocking look to Italian fashion in the 80's, a postcard from my holidays. Fossati is singing Panama and I see French roads again, yellow patches of sunflower fields and red cherries in my hands. I'm again swimming in the hot dry air, letting my body breathe, slowly.