A Summer River Picnic

The sun was warm on our skin as we finally reached the secret riverbank.

We found the perfect spot under the old willow tree, where the shade

was cool. Everything smelled like summer grass and the fresh sandwiches Mom had prepared.

My brother and I couldn't wait a single second to see the water.

Dad looked so peaceful, just watching the ripples move slowly downstream.

The feast was spread out, and it looked like a dream come true.

We sat together for hours, talking about everything and nothing at all.

My little brother discovered a world of tiny creatures living under the stones.