Morning at Český les
It was already dawn as we returned from successfully ambusehd summer camp. I stayed awake for a while and waited. Fog twirled at meadows, dewy fern shined from grass and at first an stork, then later some bird of prey on an early hunt flew silently around. Ever sharper shapes of hills and forests have slowly risen from mild tones of surrounding landscape, but Sun was taking it's time, slowly painted bellies of clouds to red and after hour nad a half quickly jumped above the horizon.