Spring has found itself once again in the presence of tall and soaring trees, especially the slender ones who easily would embrace it in the rural path.
The girls and I picked up our bikes and quickly decided to take a route that was a little further away than usual, but it could be said that it had a special charm.
We started cycling from the city to the freeway. We drove down the main road, full of cars with loud noises, to reach the crossway with a sign in the village of “Latin” name. The exact place had called “Dige Sara”, a little further from the village.
The path from there was no longer well paved, but its tranquility and pleasant atmosphere, full of the birds singing that had concealed their existence among the green leaves of the trees, were extremely peaceful.
Our hearts wanted me to stay there forever.
The girls and I found a big fallen tree, sat there and ate some snacks, and talked.
My heart longed for fresh air, and when I raised my head, I saw the trees talking to each other too, as the gentle breeze disrupted their conversations.
The girls told me we had to go home soon. Children, husbands and the normal life was waiting for us…
