Mówili Na Nią Słońce

It smells like the sea, sunscreen, and childhood in a striped swimsuit. Back then, everything seemed eternal - even the sun, which set later than everyone else. The waves sang softly, the sand stuck to my knees, and the nights were so bright that it seemed as if the sky had simply forgotten to turn off the day.

Now it all seems like a dream - faded, like an old postcard from the Baltic. Sweet, a little sticky, like cotton candy from July fairs. Back then, love was like heat: it made your head spin, but no one wanted to seek shade. And all that remains is a name that was whispered: ‘Sun.’