It's not real wheatear. Just a couch grass or weed, I'm not sure. But the moment I saw it in front of the evening sun was kinda magical.
I can not attach any sound to this photo but, please, try to imagine: I'm going to walk with a dog near the river, I cry about killed by russians friends and just all of my landmates, there's an air alert all over the region, it sounds so annoying... and then this view.
I started to cry even harder, because I felt how this is symbolic. I felt how I want to live. How I want the enemy to step back!..
(Why is this touchy? Russians are burning our wheat fields with the missiles, English source: https://t.me/nytimes/960?single).
The photo is taken with a smartphone, it's not professional work. But it's really beautiful to me.