an August night

August is special. A month when it is still warm during the day while the fresh wind breezes whisper that the autumn is approaching. I love this path of time. August is magical. A month of falling stars. Complete darkness, a hilly car-racing track. I ride fast and trust the road under my wheels. I have my eyes on the stars, trying to catch a falling one and make a wish. Up and down, warmer and colder. A narrow forest path takes us to a lake. We lie down on a fallen tree and cave in the calmness and quiet of an August night. [17.08.2013]