Poppies sway in a sunlit field near Auvers-sur-Oise, their red petals brushing against wild grasses. The breeze carries the scent of earth and blooms, blurring the line between meadow and sky. A fleeting warmth lingers in the air, as if summer itself could be held in one glance.
A farmer and his animals trudge home at dusk, bathed in golden light that whispers of exhaustion and quiet resilience.