There is something special about stopping in an empty field and looking around after having walked silently in the fields for at least an hour.
The sun sinks to the horizon, reflecting in spring puddles. Wind howls in the plain, across desolate agricultural fields and wide roads. The first green buds rise in the shrubs. The growing light overwhelms the enormous void. Deep beneath the surface the first germs silently awaken. How to depict this feeling of a great beginning, the rise of a new eon, a new great Summer with all its challenges and excitements? And, at the same time, the feeling that someplace else there are disturbing and horrifying events that demand our immediate presence? |
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