Summer is a great time in our middle lane.

Yesterday was very stuffy and hot. All day nature was languishing from the heat. In the evening, first clouds appeared in the west, then gray clouds. By night, the whole sky was covered with a big blue cloud. A strong wind rose and lightning flashed. Thunderstorm began.

It rained all night.

In the morning the storm abated. The rain had passed, but the sky remained drawn into the whitish veil of clouds. It has become cooler and more pleasant to live and work. But in such weather you will not be able to sunbathe or enjoy the blue sky.

I immediately remembered how one afternoon I went to the village. The road went past fields with cereals grown for livestock feed.

The field was bright yellow in color and here and there the flowers of cornflowers turned blue. All this was against the blue-blue sky and this picture was so bewitching that I stopped the car and went to the edge of the field.

Blue sky and yellow ears of corn. Opposite colors, the so-called opponent pair. This maximum level of color contrast is so surprisingly pleasantly perceived by our brain.

What I see reminds me of paintings by impressionist artists. After all, they based their approach to painting on working with color, and this was the most important part of their vision of art. They calmly refused to study the form in order to concentrate on conveying the sensation that the viewer of the picture should have received through color.

So I was fascinated to look at the wonderful world of nature created by man along with nature.

And then I lay down in the field. He lay down so that ears and grass hung over me. Above me was a blue sky and light white clouds flew. The silence around was broken only by the sounds of insects. Here the bumblebee buzzed, the mosquito squeaked, the grasshopper rattled. Tranquil sky and sensation in the shower.

And suddenly I thought that two days later, June 22 was the day the Great Patriotic War began. Then, too, there was a clear sky, it was a day off and nothing portended trouble.

I would like that nothing like this would ever happen again.

I lay in the grass and thought how beautiful and fragile our world is.

Here we have such wonderful fields near the city of Kostroma.

By the way, the trip to the village was wonderful. We cooked the meat on the grill over the coals and enjoyed watching the sunset. This will definitely need to be repeated.