Hi there steemians..@nana2018 A day at the sea
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Waking up a little earlier than usual and going out for lunch in the garden are the beginnings of a perfect day. Feel the wind on the skin
the smell of the freshly cut grass and breathe in full lung. The breakfast on the terrace, barefoot, and the sun that knocks us remind us like we love these Sundays.
Suddenly, run into the bathroom, to pass the swimsuit, and hurry, a little. In the kitchen, the menu of the day is carefully selected. Tomatoes, ham and a little bread. And why not, cheese? Summer picnics have a childhood taste. Happiness hides itself in simplicity.
In the car, the windows are opened. The volume is raised a little. One sings false, one tells oneself anecdotes. The weather is nice. On the left is Carcassonne. We open our eyes immensely. At the finish, we press. The first step on the burning sand. We put the bag a little too fast, we undress in haste and we run in the water. We splash, we swim out to sea. All of a sudden, we look at this immense blue sky, that infinity that is offered to us. It feels free. At that moment, life seemed so simple.
Around 6 pm, we walk along the harbor. Again, one opens one's eyes wide and one feels light. As every summer, this place is sublime. Like every summer, we think we'd like to live there more than a season. As every summer, we project a little. The luminosity, the sweetness of life, and all those waves that capsize. We let our thoughts wander and we forget.
Before we leave, we drink a drink. Overlooking the sea. More than anything, it is the sight that matters. We savor. The delay is delayed from a few minutes to a few hours. And if we went to the restaurant across the street. The seaside restaurants are always the best. Come on, let's stay. We mix with all the tourists who do not think the next day. They are stealing a little from their appeasement. If tomorrow we will be back in the office, right now, we are vacationers too. In the distance, the light goes out.
Happiness resembles a Sunday at the sea.
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