Childhood Dreams

It was a chilly afternoon at the coast, and the wicked wind blew at me, like a bunch of needles to scrape my face. In such a weather, there was not much I could do, but shove my hands deep into my jacket pockets and wrap myself as tightly and firmly as I could.

I really envy this little kid, who could open his arms to the seagulls and invite them over to have fun together.

Taken here at the pier in Sopot, Poland.