Red poppies, fields of red poppies, and yellow flowers along the road.
Last time I travelled this road was autumn, after summer and harvest. Now it’s spring.
The sky - then bright, now grey, mountains outlined black cutouts against the eastern light. Rich ore colours, yellow red and black paint the road’s naked cuts.
Bright yellow spring flowers replace autumn’s yellow stubble, purple bushes scattered on the mountains.
Ararat’s snowy skirt modestly clouds its peak.
Multi-layered colored mountains line the horizon. Ara’s mount, misty in the distance.
A cloud hangs between two mountains suspended.
Spring rivers stained white with clay, dirt carried down, snow runoff, noisy, foaming,
A handful of horses. four or five, scattered broadcast on the steep meadow opposite, flocks of sheep, ewes with lambs, cranes perched on their great nests, sitting upright on lamp-poles.
To cross the plain to Yerevan.