Perhaps we are going away

These Metal Days

Not so long ago my daughter came from school and told me that they had a litterature lesson in where they had to do an analysis of a short story. The short story happened to be one of my favourite writer’s, Ray Bradbury’s, story ‘One Timeless Spring’. I began to search my bookcase to find Bradbury’s books and this particular short story. Until I found it I started to read once again Bradbury’s short stories and one of them was ’ Perhaps We are going away’. I quote a few sentences from it: “The birds, his hands cried suddenly, are flying south! Summer is over! No, the boy’s hands said, summer has just begun! I see no birds! They are so high, said the Old Man’s fingers, that only blind can feel their passage.”