The solo of the helicopter

I witnessed another sign of summertime today: the flight and sound of many airplanes and one helicopter. They fly all year round of course, but they seem more... audible and visible during the summer season. I am not sure why, maybe it is because the windows are open all the time. I hear them more anyway. But the helicopter is the one I identify most with summertime. They look like metallic mosquitoes in the sky, big or small, and their steady, monotonous buzz always make me think of the summer afternoon by the swimming pool of my childhood. Chicoutimi was near a military airbase, there were plenty of them flying around. Helicopters are for me the one of the symbols of modernity, the machines used by badguys in James Bond and other action movies. I think about it every time I hear one.