The old road

The light was special this morning when I went to the nearby reservoir to take some pics of the brilliant clouds.
The road over the dam still has the air of something built about fifty years ago. When the weather is good, the forest around the reservoir is a favourite site for picnics.
Now I only go there with my bike or my camera, but I can't forget all those summer days spent there with my parents and brother and sisters, playing hide and seek and eating sandwiches with lemonade while my mother picked up enormous bunches of wild flowers to decorate her vases. (It wasn't forbidden then...)
You may think I am dreaming, but it is true.