Summer arrives and everything seems to shine brighter. The sky, the leaves, the water, the skin, the sun. The colors suddenly seem different, they break, radiate, explode. Summer arrives. A cold beer in the sun, the “it’s brown tomorrow”, the naps with the Tour in the background, the festivities from town to town, and I’ll shoot because it’s my turn, the next day soaking in the water, the bike rides through the trees, not taking off your flip-flops until October, nor the bermudas, the summer theme song on loop. It’s coming. It’s shining.

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