This spring, you are sitting on a white bench in the middle of your grandmother's old country town where you are spending your little vacation at her house. You have flowers that you picked earlier in a basket for your grandmother, to thank her for her care. You watch people pass by, most often elderly couples or young people your age. You then think back to the rather pretty boys you meet every spring in the city and breathe the fresh air. the cherry blossoms are falling in your beautiful, freshly washed hair and the surrounding fields are being harvested by the local farmers that your grandmother knows well. You take a cake from your basket that the handsome local baker has prepared for you like every time because he knows you like it, a strawberry tart and start licking the whipped cream.