Longing for the morning´s sunshine
It was half past five, when I came to the spooky ponds. As you might already know, I don´t like these ponds. In fact, I´m afraid of being there.
But I wanted to go to a village behind the ponds and behind the woods. The shortest way was along the ponds. So I said to myself, I ´d be courageous ...
The ponds were as ever. Dark and aggressive. If ponds can be aggressive!
But then I found these wildflowers, longing for the rising morning sun, and I had a feeling, as if they welcomed it.