The summer seems to be coming to an end, and in just a month I have to go back to school, but my soul is still lying in that hammock in early June, somewhere in my native village. I feel that atmosphere of eternal discos in the car, wonderful dinners with soulful conversations, interesting and mesmerizing stories...π₯ To this day I feel the wonderful smell of summer, which will often come back to me in the cool winter evenings...π₯Ίπ§‘π