The sun gently beats down on the small yellow chalet, still imbued with the scent of the lake and warm wood.
 They go out barefoot, as always.
 The younger one advances on the path, wary… she already knows the mischievous look of her sister behind her.
 Too late.
 A burst of laughter, then cool water splashes over her shoulders. She jumps, half-protests, but her smile betrays her. Here, arguments never last long—they dissolve into games, into summer, into this simple freedom that is not yet questioned.
 The metal of the watering can rings, the water splashes onto the hot concrete, and for a moment, everything stops.
 No watch.
 No obligation.
 Just two sisters, a cottage, and a Sunday that seems to never end.

 Acrylic painting on standard canvas
 24" x 18"