From the fields (or: from my childhood)

One of those days spent in Poland we went to the fields to buy some strawberries, freshly picked up in the early morning. They were the last in season and once we get to the place, I could feel their sweet smell filling up the air. Although it was very hot, I didn't feel like going stright back home. I spontaneously decided to have a walk and I let myself run into the fields, surrounding the suburbian area where my parents live. The fields where we played and rode bicycles when we were children. So many memories came back to me.