Today I bought fresh green pea pods in a paper bag. I opened one pod, small green balls run on the table and… I moved back in time.

It’s four in the morning, summer time. My sister and me are in our grandma’s garden, picking fresh green pea pods straight from the bush. The bushes are so wild, that we could easily get lost, but we don’t care.
Why at four in the morning? Fresh green pea tastes the best at this hour. The green hour of the summer freedom.