After a week of sunshine with summer heat in the air, together with a lot of dust, rainy time has come bringing with it some coolness, chilliness even and gloomier skies. This shift in weather pattern was however unable to stop the unstoppable force of nature that pushes new greenery out of dull brown branches making the world look so young and innocent, while the world is actually very old and watching the young and innocent to come out.
I did come out. I came out to the woods. Some would call it a park. Others would prefer the official name of a forest-park, which is rather awkward sounding in English. I’d call it the woods. Right there when the residential blocks abruptly end and give way to the big mass of trees.
It is a park, though, with some asphalt-covered alleys and even some remotely familiar attempts at giving people an opportunity to practise some sports. You know, metal parallel bars, a hand-written sign marking the distance for the bicycle loop. Some paths are unpaved and lead further into the wild.
First forest flowers spot the ground with their violet and yellow dots. A squirrel is feasting with sunflower seeds from an improvised bird-feeder, or maybe a squirrel-feeder. She is not afraid of people but keeps an open eye on the passers-by just in case. Fortunately, we are not kids who would jump at the furry creature with screams of joy and curiosity. The only sound I intruded with her was the click of my shutter.
The knowing or inquisitive wanderer would not stop with the squirrel-watching but continue further inside the tree mass. Soon the mass would open with what looks like a very long but narrow horse ground. The earth is damp after the rain but fallen leaves and new grass help walking without getting stuck in the mud.
And then there it was – several paddocks and a couple of stables. Each paddock is occupied by only two or three horses and ponies. They stand there – some eating hay, some getting to those first spring flowers, some sleeping and some just slowly busy with their conversations or flirting. Practically no people. And a huge sense of being in a fairy place, with all those horses, all that shady atmosphere among the trees, all that surreal feeling of almost filming some horse-whisperer movie. The sense was so dense you would not even need a soundtrack in your headphones at the time.
A lone pony was there on the loose, not bound to some paddock. It stood between two trusses of hay with only half visible, and sometimes raised his head so that his eye popped above the hay, just like that squirrel, watching what watchers were doing.
A fat white cat with big pale ginger spots slowly walked by towards the barn. No watchers bothered him to stop or look back. Everything moved in a bit of a slow-motion manner as if time was thickened by all those brown tree trunks with fresh and innocent leaves.