Summer breeze

As I am sitting outdoors in the sun and sipping on my iced latte at Potsdamer Platz, one simple sensation makes me happy — lazy summer breeze.

I’m still wearing jeans as it is 23°C, the sun gently touches my shoulders and I close my eyes and feel subtle airflow hitting my skin and messily combing through the hair. I hear French and think of beach, Calanque, watermelon.. I feel the sudden change and open my eyes. The sun is gone. The breeze turns into wind. The sparrow staring at me in the hope of bread crumbs, while I wonder if the clouds are spread yet.

A rare-laid-back-rather-cool-summer Saturday.

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