Synchronicities

I was cruising through a field, chasing drops on the grass, while getting soaked. At this stage it didn't matter if I had a pair of comfy shoes. It was a pair of waterproof trousers I should have had on me.

 

The sun started to get ready for bed. Gradually descending with grace. I stopped and started to watch it. Gentle breeze have picked up as if to say good night too. As the wind danced over the spiky grass field I have noticed on top of a skinny weed a baby snail making its way to bed.

 

Gracefully descending.

 

Before I got to figure out how to capture it the way I had it in my head, there was only time for three shots.

 

Of course it is the last one being shown, before they both disappeared with the horizon.

 

Synchronicity of mother nature.

Done