Park picnic. The warm spring breeze brushes the cheekbones, the grass bumps leaning on the edges of the patterned blanket, and the branches of the trees flash to passing cars. The beautiful spring weather has also attracted a number of other people to bask in the sun....
I grew up all my childhood in a city where paths forked in different directions from the asphalt area in the courtyard of an apartment building. Winding routes took me to different places: One took me to the chewing track, where we jogged in the summer and skied in...
