bathing in a lake, Landes

A very old memory during some summer holydays.
I don't remember the name of the place nor who I was with.
I remember the serene atmosphere, the warm water welcoming as freshly-changed bedsheets, the kids laughing in the distance, and the soft but odd feeling of the silt under my feet.
The moment had its sweet magic, but there was nothing really special about it.
I don't know why I kept this memory in my system - do we ever know ?
But the painting is quite an accurate rendition of how it is encrypted in my mind, as an image and a sensation mixed together. If I think to that day, what comes to me is exactly that.