**It was a scentless, colorless, formless sun that only provided a taste, maturing with time. This sun had limited qualities, reminiscent of the summer season. Summer, in turn, was the morning. A morning by the seaside. The shoreline had dried grass. The dried grass danced with the wind. Tastes, images, and sounds awakened in his memory, cascading one after another like a pebble skipping on the surface of still water, dragging him into a summer morning he experienced in his childhood. Perhaps he had never actually lived this moment but had read about it somewhere or watched it in a movie. He was on a coastline covered with blackberry bushes and mulberry trees. Lying under the sun, disregarding the gentle breeze that played with his hair, he watched the graceful glide of a massive, silver-winged aircraft defying gravity in the blueness of the sky, 8k.:: johannes vermeer::1 --v 5** - Image #1 <@1093572211136286771>
It was a scentless, colorless, formless sun that only provided a taste, maturing with time. This sun had limited qualities, reminiscent of the summer season. Summer, in turn, was the morning. A morning by the seaside. The shoreline had dried grass. The dried grass danced with the wind. Tastes, images, and sounds awakened in his memory, cascading one after another like a pebble skipping on the surface of still water, dragging him into a summer morning he experienced in his childhood. Perhaps he had never actually lived this moment but had read about it somewhere or watched it in a movie. He was on a coastline covered with blackberry bushes and mulberry trees. Lying under the sun, disregarding the gentle breeze that played with his hair, he watched the graceful glide of a massive, silverwinged aircraft defying gravity in the blueness of the sky, 8k. johannes vermeer1