The last week of August and like clockwork cracks appear in the weather. The temperature drops just a fraction or two, storms are predicted and clouds reappear, then vanish again.
Every afternoon the wind picks up. Beach umbrellas go flying, as does anything that is not pinned down. My hair whips back and forth just like in the song, elastics and Alice bands are a necessity if you don't want to be blinded by your own hair....or in my case look like a pazza with wispy strands going every which way.
Small boats are pulled up out of the sea, safer on the beach. Every day or so a thunderstorm rolls in and the town is washed clean after a hot dusty summer. If the storm hits in the daytime I sit and watch the people scatter, running from the beach to find shelter as if the raindrops might hurt.
If the bad weather hit while we're at home rush around to unplug the phone, TV and Internet. Our house is 'at the end of the line' which means that if lightening strikes everything gets zapped. I know this is true because we have already had to buy a new phone and modem once, ther was a huge electrical ZAP and a flash, and then darkness.
The storm passes and the sun comes out again, how strange to see all the sunloungers empty while the sun still shines.
At home, sheltered in the valley it is noticably cooler than down on the beach. Every morning I dress wrong and end up carrying extra clothes around so I can adapt to the heat. As I walk down the mountain steps in the mornings I find myself stepping on fallen olives and carobs. It's nearly harvest time and in Positano, away from the beach there is a lot of work to be done.
But for now it is still summer, there is still time to swim, kayak, borrow friends boats, eat every meal outside and walk barefoot. We are entering that golden time of year when the light changes from harsh to soft, tinged with gold like an old Kodak photograph....just remembered to keep an umbrella handy!