♫ Background music: Boy- July ♫
Yesterday, around half past nine in the evening, something in the air smelled like sea.
I don't know whether the reason was that we walked half-empty streets holding sweaty hands or our thoughts simply sailed away long time ago. Away from the asphalt and all obnoxious obligations that bind us to it.
However, somewhere between the noisy square and overfull portions of ice cream, we realized that we're childishly spotted all over our faces and unusually calm. Although, on our return home, we were greeted by the endless pile of paperwork waiting for equally endless attention. And although we were a bit afraid and despaired, we knew that the end is near. And right behind the end there is a sea waiting for us not only with it's fragrance, but also touch, color and pure beauty. And we were happy, just like that, counting the minutes until the start of our private unreality.