In the wind

I go into the forest. Radiant light passes through the crowns of majestic trees, the light is scattered on the leaves, creating a beautiful guardian of color. A light wind stirs the leaves. I can smell the fresh scent of dew, withered leaves, new buds. my hair is also swaying in the wind, I feel relaxed., Fechin, oil painting, IMPRESSIONISM, r1ge, Flowers on Face, Plants Growing on Clothes