Summer
The long days at the lake, the skin that pulls from the sun, the climbs on foot in the hut, the kayaking down the creek, the smell of hay left to dry in the sun.
And then the concert under the stars in the medieval village, the days at the river to fish in silence, the lunches in the open-air gardens together with friends just met.
Prepare the risotto with mushrooms and freshly picked herbs, soak in the cold water of the stream after a bike ride, stay in the woods and listen to its noises, walk in the rain and smell the wet grass.
There’s a summer away from long highway lines and crowds. A silent summer, made of friends known to the bakery below the house, authentic meetings, experiences that leave their mark.
