> An evening walk after the rain is always special.

Sat here out in the garden on a breezy evening, going into night. Words can't describe how much I miss this atmosphere. That fresh smell of rain, all the birds roaming around pecking at the ground. The cooler air that fills the lungs with each breath. Still far too hot in Armenia to have days like that, but as the days roll on I can see *some* slow transition towards it.

The last picture reminds me of some of the last days I spent in England. Going out in the early hours of the morning and seeing the fog still over the empty fields. Contained by the trees that stand at their edges.