It was a summer morning, an air was full of summer wind. Wind that gifted warm world breath or fresh freedom breath that unhurried and pacifying. Just coming closer to window or better leaning out this window making your way through the “sails” of the curtains, you breathe in that very freedom.
How was it possible to preserve a piece of that special summer morning pierced by the sun's rays? Pain a picture? And when dull Autumn will come, you couldn't see the sun and marvelous moments will be forgotten behind the grey veil - it would be nice to remember that very morning...