Awakening Above the River: Autumn Morning Flight

This morning over the Berounka river valley, the river carried pieces of the sky on its surface. Above Havlova skála, the light broke into gold, the mills by the river whispered with the water, and above Libštejn, long since gone dark, only memories circled — and a drone. Robčice woke beneath a blue vault, and I stood below in the October sun mirroring in the river by the weir, watching autumn fly. Ravens crossed the sky in a flock, and I tried to catch them on camera.