Seasonal

If you ask people randomly: What do you think about summer? I believe that you will hear different answers, even if two people are in the same space doing the same stuff together. Our memory is connected to something personal hidden somewhere in the soul.

It’s almost impossible to describe seasons of the year. You can only describe your feelings, your memories associated with that time, and your unfulfilled hopes.

As a child, I used to look forward to summer, dreaming of something carefree, warm and uncertain. During those summer days in my childhood, I felt like a fly caught by a stream of honey. It was warm, sweet, and fragrant that took you to wherever it might be. And every day was the same.

Over time, your attitude towards summer has changed. You make more specific plans and try to live up to your expectations. Step by step, you seem to lose that feeling of carefreeness and turn into an adult who can have a summer for themselves at any time of the year. The only question is money.