Between dog and wolf is a phrase that gives flesh to that indeterminable moment between daylight and dusk. As yet I have no such apposite description for this season which encompasses a seamless change from spring to summer. The lighting of a fire in the evening has slowly been replaced by sitting under an olive tree watching the sun disappear below the terracotta roofs, yet I can’t place the exact day on which this happened. Bare skin has replaced sheepskin as I walk around our stone floored house, a challenge that would have been unthinkable some small amount of days previously. I can’t quantify or evaluate this change as I’m filled with the same pleasure with the arrival of winter. In the same way that I plunged into the pool yesterday evening, for the first time this year, the sole target should be to immerse oneself in the wonder of today.