Summer fishing

Sometimes you just can feel it. 
The peace and intense of the moment. 
Like being summer fishing. 

No breeze in the air. 
Birds singing.
Trees flowering, scent in the air. 

Sunday.

I visited my dad and we had a a little walk togheter - and sat by the dementia ward outdoors and chatted. And I also visited my mother in the evening...

Quite a busy weekend. Would prefer holiday. 

Susanna