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Golden crop fields for me always meant the end of summer. End of free time, sunbathing, carelessness. End of warmth. Basically the end of heaven on earth.
Fields turning gold meant long dark cold rainy windy days ahead. School, grades, tests. Getting up early in the morning. When it is still heartlessly dark.
Then eventually even more cold. Snow, endless darkness. Cold feet. Cold fingers. Cold and wet feet. Half a year. Darkness without any end. Or end too far to have patience enough to wait.
Isn´t that strange that something so big and so golden drags something so dark and ever bigger behind it?
So when wheat suddenly turns golden here in Germany, shiver runs down my spine. And then I have to force me to realise its is not yet dark and cold tomorrow.
This painfully golden moment comes way to early in Germany. At the end of June fields are painted in deep dark yellow color. The secret painter wakes up so early in Germany. Trying to steal my summer just after I received it!
A week ago I even saw one field already cut.
Thank you sun for your stamp on earth.