Hold Your Horses

Summer is where the air smells of grapevines, grasshoppers give free concerts, and the only concern is whether there are enough flat stones to skip across the water. The world rushes by, pressing down with speed and noise, but there is a proven recipe: slow down, settle down on the old bed of a pickup truck, pour something cool into a glass, and remember that happiness can actually exist without Wi-Fi. A little paradise in the moonlight, a couple of “horses” worth holding on to, and it immediately becomes clear that the good life has always been somewhere between two-track roads and a chorus of crickets.