it's too hot summer
We lay in the shade, trying to hide from the heat, you gently caressed me with wild flowers and our hair fluttered in the wind from the fan. It was hot outside.
The sun rose to its zenith, and in this August heat we went out with you into the field, hanging freshly washed linen. A butterfly sat on my nose for a second, you laughed and kissed me for the first time. The wheat is almost ripe.
Birthday girls and postcards for them.
Thank you for watching,
my sweet ones!
