I have something to say about taiga. I was there twice a long time and was able to get to know her better. At a more conscious age, I went to Yakutia, to the north, where there are long white nights, where there can be very hot, but short summers, where winter is freezing frost in the absolutely unimaginable temperature of -52.6 ° F
But in the early morning summer taiga wraps and lulls, it sleeps. The taiga wakes up slowly, a little lazy as if stretching after sleep. Taiga is melancholy.
This is a strange time when it seems that nature is spying on you, tending you to sleep, intending to wake up instead of you. And you want to submit to this nature6 beauty, nebula, coziness, and some special magic that it creates.