This picture was painted after a charming evening walk. On the way home, I couldn't help but be inspired by the intoxicating aromas of spring flowers and herbs. The sun had already disappeared behind the horizon, and the last rays flashed above the clouds. The lights of houses flickered in the distance. Thoughts about eternity, destiny, each person's own path were mixed with the melodious overflow of the nightingale's song and the scents of the fields. This is how the idea of writing of a romantic-philosophical nature was born)