a tired grass cutter
resting in the shade of a vineyard hut
̶ noontime scorch

I was passing by an uncut meadow at noontime. No breeze at all, the heat could be touched with my hand. I was thinking about the grass cutters who cut the grasses with scythes. They woke up before dawn, cut the grasses until the noontime scorch. Then they would take a rest and sleep awhile, so they could continue with the work.

Katarina Zadrija, Vrbovec