Krasti poletje Stealing summer

Ko sva se vzpenjala proti razvalinam smledniškega Starega gradu, sva si domišljala, da živiva poletje. Tako zelo hrepenim po njem, tako zelo mi je manjkalo pretekle dolge tedne, da se, pa četudi z jopico namesto klobuka in sončnih očal, oprimem vsake še tako male svetle, izza oblakov kukajoče modrine, še tako sramežljivo mlačnega dne, ki vsaj malo diši po soncu.

Kakorkoli, z vrha se odpre krasen razgled daleč naokoli za opazovanje pokrajine, ki izgleda kot škratkova dežela.

As we were walking up towards the ruins of Stari grad [=Old Castle] at Smlednik, we were imagining living the summer. These past long weeks I have been craving for summer so much, I have been missing it immensely, so that I, even though with a cardigan instead of a hat and sunglasses, grab to any yet so tiny bright blue sky, I grab to every yet so shy and mild day with at least a touch of sun.

Anyway, when at the top, there are gorgeous views all around to watch the landscape that looks like an elf land.