The second day of my challenge, and today I have to talk a little about the windmill. Sorting through old photos that could be suitable for my next post on the site, I saw “him” again.
It is majestic, old, creepy and alluring at the same time.
I have a special love and attitude towards him.
We met in childhood, when my father and I were stealing sunflowers in the field nearby. Then it even rotated and produced energy.
These same photos were taken 10 or maybe even more years later.
Here he is already tired.
He has seen a lot and wants to rest.
Today, it no longer has one blade, but continues to stand, reminding of the passage of time and monumentality.
Even now, it fascinates and attracts attention when I drive along those roads.
There are dreams in which he is full of hope in the present and the future, spinning at maximum speed and happy because he is benefiting someone.
