Summer & Senses

I am sitting in the plane.. well, sitting would be nice, but I should call it ‘compressed’ in the seat… So, I am compressed and am having one of those déjà vu moments. Two months went like two seconds and going back from my native country Poland is not as easy as I thought. I left so much laughs, some cries and unbelievable moments there, but the most simple ones have the special powers- the smell of fresh baked bread, the friendliness of a street cat, sound of the brush on the horse’s skin, picking wild herbs, contemplating on the dock of the lake, the smiles of the brides and many more – they shape my soul.