Walk in the spring forest.
Terrible things are happening in the world. People get sick and die from the virus in large numbers. This happens in all countries. This is happening both in Russia and in my hometown.
The isolation regime obliges all of us to sit at home, going to the street only for important matters. I had to go to the village to bring food to my relatives.
The distance is not at all great. It was necessary to go by car for about 40 minutes. Having left the city, I drove a little along the highway and turned onto a small road to the village.
The road led me through the forest and birch grove. There was a small forest lake in the forest. The sun was shining and there was a blue sky overhead. The world around was beautiful in spring.
Nature has not yet woken up from hibernation, but is about to wake up.
I stopped the car and went out for a walk. I was attracted to the details around. Moss on a tree, birch bark, water in the lake. Small details of spring nature are so expressive.
The birch grove was especially good, which I had already seen in the winter snowy form and in the bright yellow autumn decoration. And in a green summer robe.
Today the grove was bare, without clothes. This intimate look of a birch grove was very moving.
After a week of imprisonment in isolation from a coronavirus in an apartment, the views of this spring forest and nature acted intoxicatingly for me.
A short walk made me happier and I had the opportunity to show you small pieces of Russian spring nature.
Nature is beautiful.
