We are having too many foggy and gloomy days in a row again, which makes it hard to tell the days from the nights, at least in terms of how it feels. So I look back on those frosty mornings when the sun was just rising, and I took some macro pictures of the frost-covered yarrows. When the world was just waking from a dreamless sleep and touched by the first red sunbeams, it was the most peaceful and sanguine moment of the day.
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