Сезон маков

As the sun dips below the horizon, a solitary figure moves through a vast field of blooming poppies in the Veneto countryside. The air is still, the light soft and warm, casting a golden glow over the red flowers that stretch endlessly. She pauses, cradling a small bouquet, her expression one of quiet reverence. This is not just a landscape—it’s a moment suspended in time, where nature and human presence harmonize in the gentle hush of an Italian spring evening. The scene captures the fleeting beauty of the season, a tribute to the land and its quiet, enduring grace.