I adore to wake up early in the summer. The morning is too beautiful to last long.
It’s a landscape of an early summer morning by the river.
The first rays of the sun penetrate the fog and the sleeping nature. Nature is awakening to delight us with its beauty.
The fog, thinning, descended on the river, slowly enveloping the grass and bushes in a pre-dawn silence with a milky veil and became completely blue in front of our eyes, and in places disappeared, dropping dewdrops onto the grass, which seemed to be emerald.
