…an early morning of June:
tender freshness slowly unfolding into a blazing noon.
without thinking, you walk towards the water —
it’s always easier to breathe there!
the wind plays with the leaves, weaving transparent shadows.
the shimmer on the water dances, spinning endless lace.
lilacs are still — and already — in bloom, in every shade of purple.
everywhere, a chance to find that one five-petaled blossom — for luck.
to feel warmth on your skin — long-forgotten, yet so familiar.
and, along the way, to catch a kiss from the sun, flirting with the waves…