A drawing inspired by heatwaves and heavy rains; that time of the year when you inevitably regret not getting an air conditioner; when you lay in bed after a day in the ocean and feel like floating; when you can't choose between a coconut water or a beer; when expats come home to recall the meaning of the word saudade; when near misses come at just the right time and we try to fit it all into our carioca summer schedule: never booked, always busy.
In Rio, people say the year doesn't begin until the Carnaval ends — I love those few months when we all stop and let life happen.
