A hot, hot June. A refreshing corner on the river. About 100 mts from my apartment.
A corner in the shady corner. Streaks of sun. Murmurs of water.
I wish I were an otter.
I wish I were a tiny fish.
Deep breath away from the deafening sun.
A wise roof tile fell off the sun-drenched roof and into the cool waters.
Ripples, running whispers, happy little flowers.
Little flowers, whatever your name, you make my path happy.
Is this the way to the rabbit hole?
How would that look in a Hansel-and-Gretel night?