We are having too many foggy and gloomy days in a row again which makes it hard to differentiate the days from nights, at least feeling-wise. So I look back at those frosty mornings when the sun was just rising and I made some macro pictures of the frost-covered yarrows. When the world was just awaking after a dreamless sleep and is touched by the first red sunbeams, it's the most peaceful and sanguine moment of the day.
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