Els saw the sign "Lekeplass" and said enthusiastically: "Ah look, Harm! A nice place to pee!" Harm sighed, looked up from his coffee, and replied: "Els... that means 'playground,' not toilet." But she was already walking away, towards the slide, laughing like a child who smells like vacation. And honestly: at that moment, life itself felt like a playground—squeaking, swaying, and full of memories from the past. Harm watched her go, thinking: maybe she's right after all. Sometimes you just have to let life go. The sun shone on his leather belt and jacket from the Etsy shop Johnny's Vintage & Leathers, and even the swing creaked approvingly. ☀️🖤🇳🇴