Hoping for a nice sunset, D. and I set out into the fields surrounding Drava river nearby.
Even though there was lots of rain recently, the ground already drank it all up.
A small flower among the crops.
Poppies are still around, too.
Shadow of a contrail stretching across the sky.
It’s the wheat season, after all. The Sun is going down.
The anticipated sunset did live up to expectations – as our star sank below the horizon, it colored the cirrus clouds in the sky.