Light is back on the islands. Like: Looking out of the window at 22:50 p.m. and watching a glowing sky, freckle-faced and pretty in orange and pink, above the silhouette of a quiet and deserted road on one side, some houses on the other. A silky feeling of summer has wrapped our village and the neighboring mountains, hills and waters for the last three days. Each night another spectacular sunset. I myself am right in the middle of painting our house. Main dialogue partners in the daytime: Brushes, ladders and paint buckets. The painting in the night sky, I interpret as a kind of personal reward in return. Happy to share.