The days are lazy in Kuşadası.
Slow, regular, hot.
Evenly and enjoyably regimented.
Tomorrow we leave for Bodrum. I will miss my most calming pass time: lying on my back watching the fan whirl and the white chiffon curtains softly billow in the occasional breeze. ‘Anyways’ by Telepopmusik is on repeat.
It’s the only remedy for dogged heat of this kind: The floor, the fan, the vocals, and a blank mind.
“And we’re not sure if we even know,
Just where we are or where we’re gonna go,
But we’re not afraid, not tonight ,
Gonna try all we can to get it right”