Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.

Henry David Thoreau

The good stuff

Waking up with L.
Going to pick cherries on the "hill".
Climbing said cherry trees.
Cycling through the wheat and corn fields to the Danube, they looked beautiful.
Fishing, catching the first carp of the year (very important to L), 20cm.
Cycling home and L not being sarcastic when I mention the beautiful sunset.
Cycling home under this beautiful sky.
Cloud that looked like a dinosaur chasing a man with a hockey stick.
Sitting under the cherry tree while L cleaned the fish, talking and enjoying the light breeze in the dark, no mosquitoes!