This is #DailyPrompt, by the @daily.prompt, daily freewrite writing prompt from the @freewritehouse
Due to the summer season, the days in small village is dry and warm. The ocean of yellow wheat stretching as far as the eye could see under the sharp-as-glass sky amazes oneself. Kids were making sounds above the river and the echoes of their voices were audible through the air falling silent. The sun shone each afternoon, the sky's yellowish hue dancing across the sparkling horizon. Nature's diversity was cherished as people shaded themselves under the ancient oak trees, taking impressively cold lemonade provided while exchanging narratives. As the day was winding up, the village community gathered with the nightly bonfires that stirred up most of the great warmth. Shooting out sparks in uber each direction, stars filled the sky, while crickets were relenting their lullabies. Those lovingly hot and dry summer days were not just weather but also an atmospheric experience of time in motion and endless memories of my childhood.