|From paintinghere.com Based on Pedar Mork Monsted's work|
Now, with summer, having arrived, I bike down a cool green tunnel every morning. Above me the leaves are fresh and full and the bushes prove the green walls around me as I hurtle along the path. On my left, I can catch glimpses of the river sparkling between the leaves. And when there is the taste of rain in the air?
There is no greater pleasure.