Early morning

Right now, for some reason, I wanted an autumn foggy morning - there's something very atmospheric about it...smells, coolness, notes of sadness... Each season has its own vibe in the early morning. I even like winter mornings when I come to work, but it's still dark.

For some reason, a summer morning is always perceived as easy and even somehow festive.

Apparently, there is a feeling in my mind that there are still many warm and bright days ahead.

I like this annual cycle, I love every change in nature and weather, I feel it with all the cells of my body.

Yes, everything is dulled and freezes in winter, but some sensations still remain.

Since childhood, I have associated early mornings with two things: fishing–collecting mushrooms and drinking parties.

We usually went fishing in the evening and sat on the shore until morning, when the biting began.

We went out for mushrooms early in the morning in order to have time to collect more and return from the forest in the afternoon.

Well, who hasn't walked at least once in his life until morning, before dawn?

These are graduation parties and just walks with friends, gatherings around the campfire.