The sun was high in the sky as we went outside again after lunch. The fog over the lake had disappeared, the water sparkled, and the air smelled of grass, wood, and a hint of sunscreen. For the first time since the weekend began, it felt almost like summer vacation, not a school trip.
"Let's play soccer!" called Jonas, who had grabbed a ball from somewhere, as if he'd been hiding it in his backpack since morning. His energy seemed inexhaustible, while Fiona let out a playful groan. "Oh no, now we're getting athletic. I thought we were having a picnic."
"Picnic? You don't have a camera for that!" Jonas countered, pushing the ball into Fiona's hands and striking a theatrical pose. "You against me."
"Forget it." She threw the ball back laughing – it bounced twice and almost rolled into the lake. Jonas chased after it, tripped over a root, caught himself at the last moment, and held the ball up triumphantly as if he'd just scored a goal.
