Everything was different there: slower, more sincere, more real. We woke up early because the sun didn't wait.
I ran through the dew, caught butterflies and ate raspberries straight from the bush. Grandma cooked compote and always baked pies. I helped knead the dough, although I ate more of the filling. At lunchtime everyone went to bed, and I quietly escaped to the river.
In the evening we fried potatoes, sang songs and looked at the stars. There was no time - only moments. I remembered each one: smells, colors, voices.
Sometimes I want to go back there for a day. To be that girl in a sundress. And again feel how summer lives right here - under my feet.