To me, summer is the cruellest season, breeding dreams of out dead place, mixing reality and desire, stirring dull hopes with the air that is so hot, so hard to breathe, making me dizzy. Alas, I need to wait for long summer days to pass.

A heap of broken images - vacations that happened so long ago that they seemed like ancient history. The ´painkiller summer´ of 2022 - I survived bright sunny days I could barely move thanks to the magic pills that enabled me get up from bed. Those days also passed.

Your arms full, and your hair wet – the image of the summer of 2023, a spark of hope lightened my heart with glee and intense excitement. I woke up with a smile on my face, happy to know you were waiting for me. Those great days also passed.

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME! I find myself in the garden, a little spot of wilderness located in a mundane town. It's a universe of its own - old shacks, fruit and coniferous trees, Canadian blueberries, sheds, and shady places. I hope the garden's peace will not pass.

One must be so careful these days. I am watching my son and niece playing, exploring the garden. These moments, although wonderful, will pass.