My Meridian

Love here is like a long-awaited discovery that has been sought for almost a quarter of a century. These words seem simple, but they exude the warmth of the evening air, mixed with the scent of pine trees and something sweet from a roadside café. It is a feeling that is neither hurried nor fiery - it has taken root like a small town on a map, where time seems to pass more slowly. All you need to do is count ‘one, two, Mississippi’ and it becomes clear: you cannot go on without this attachment any longer.