‘ot ‘ot summer

summer is great, many aspects of it. but there is one detail i particularly like:
when walking down a street in the heat sometimes you’ ll hit a spot where the asphalt is totally soft, almost like caoutchouc – which btw has got to my favorite english spelling –
c a o u t c h o u c.
your foot sinks in just a little, wobbeling for a moment, exhilirating you, putting a spring in your step.
that’s a fantastic feeling!
now there is a bridge, where i memorised all the soft spots, and when i pass it each day, i carefully make shure to hit each one of them. i have developed quite an elaborate routine with this. people who see me walking must think i am rehearsing my squaredance steps or something.
but here is my question: why can’t asphalt always be this soft and sensual? i am shure technically it could be done. and i am convinced, that the world would be a much better place with this. people would happily walk everywhere. wobbeling down the lucious sexy rubber streets. simling, whisteling a tune. caoutchouc uhhh

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Jan Zuppinger has been writing this blog since 2002. He likes to grow vegetables. He likes to eat them too. He has opinions on everything, but sadly no one cares. Jan Zuppinger is not joking, just joking, he is joking, just joking, he's not joking. *click.