First snow was often witnessed from inside, through a window glass.

By our secret lake, where we used to jump into for a swim during warm summers.

After driving my daughter to her nanny, I took a long turn back to revisit an area I haven't been to since I was a kid. This nostalgic experience, when a ton of awaken memories flies through your mind. On this road I often bicycled to visit an old widow. She always had the best snacks, just in case someone would pop by.

I visited my grandpa's old farm. Sadly, was not really how I remember it to be, as it has been abandoned for years already. Still glad to see it again as it brings back these valuable memories... I learned how to bicycle here. Played archaeologist in my secret hiding place (under the ramp to the second floor of the barn). Years later I was cruising on his fields, as it was time to learn how to drive a car.

When growing up on the countryside, there was always a new exciting path to explore. Sometimes I got lost, but in the end I always found my way back home.