Koczala marked the beginning of some lazy days. Days spent walking – a lot – running errands for my Babcia.
And over the course of a week doing a massive deep clean on her place. (She can’t do it herself anymore).
But that first day I checked in on the old paths to the lake, and reveled in the old familiarity of the sights around me like the swings, the doves, and those balconies with the laundry lines.