Summer came earlier this year. It was still may and the wind already smelled so densely and warm. Walking near the river, it was finally time to collect first leaves and flowers.
Time flew so slow and void. We’ ve raised our heads and saw amazing silver plants growing high in the sky, dancing in the wind like little ballerina’s. Green meadows were all covered in fresh yellow dandelions, people were laying on the grass, living the moment.
Accidental meetings with friends became more common. It was nice to sit together when the evening was so long and warm. Maybe I should live in a place where it is always summer? Mabye not. It think it would be hard to appreciate it then, as much as I can do it now.