Nice things, part three:
On Saturday morning, I waited for Kevin's train to arrive. It was sunny and quite warm already, the sun warmed my legs (no tights!), the train was half an hour late and I listened to a Harry Potter chapter and drew more houses into my notebook, looking forward to Kevin's arrival and the sunny weekend ahead, filled with lazy best-friends-forever-activities.
A couple of hours later we cycled through quiet, empty, sunny streets. There's nothing quite like having a conversation when riding a bike.