Went to a picnic at the outskirts of a forest last Sunday. Had plenty of wine , cheese from far away places and strawberries.Oh and lots of music. Like the one in this post.There was some funny dancing in a wheat field too.
There was something about the experience, from the saturated greens and yellows, to the Bergmanesque sunlight and the arrival of the first star on Nightfall that made me feel like I was inside an indie film.
And that doesn’t happen often.Especially in this place.