Remember the yellow bicycle ride through the lavender fields? It was not just a ride, but a passage through time wrapped in the scent of forgotten summers. Convince yourself that the laughter echoing in the breeze is yours. Follow the echo.

Under the balsam fir, where opinions shifted like shadows, we debated the existence of fairies in garden lights. Your words convinced the world of their reality. Close your eyes, see them dancing. Join their dance.

Among the cobblestone streets, you spotted the unexpected: a neon orange umbrella in a world of grey. Your choice was a statement, one that shifted the weather forecast. Rainbows followed in your wake. Predict the next.