The temperature in Izmir has reached 30 degrees Celsius and will rise even higher. In other words, SUMMER has arrived.

We are chatting with a group of friends. They are talking to each other about what they will do in the summer - where they want to go and with whom, who they will value, will there be romance involved, will it turn into any kind of adventure, etc.
As for me, all my enthusiasm has been dampened, I am only thinking about the fishing trips I will go on Saturdays and Sundays with the boat. Because I do not have a lover with whom I can have romance or turn our days into little adventures.

At one point, my friends talked about romance and passion. They asked me my views on the subject.
My heart sank and I remembered the articles I wrote months ago on the subject and I recommended that they read them.
They were surprised.
- Oh, did you write those articles!?
- Yes, I did... But I said, "I forgot to write about the period after the finish line of passion."
- They asked what that was.
I explained.
- After the finish line, I said, "Passion cools down and slowly turns into hatred."

All my friends were looking at each other and couldn't make sense of it, while I was still trying to pour ash on the fire in my heart and make it go out.

I was brought back to my senses by a phone call from these thoughts.
This morning I had written a message to my daughters for "MOTHER'S DAY". At that moment, my little girl called and thanked me for my message.

I wish a happy MOTHER'S day to all mothers.