Summer

Summer. The time of freedom. The time when you can feel happiness in every cell.Children just know how to give joy without a trace.As well as dogs.We go out in the field,overgrown with tall grass,not yet cut. The boy runs across the grass,legs entangled.but it only adds run. And the dog loses his head from the aroma of herbs around,he high jumps and lifts his nose to see anything through the grass.