Foggy morning on the lake. Everyone looking at this picture can remember something similar that he observed at any time of the year, except for winter. It can be spring, summer and early autumn. The first rays of the sun have already illuminated the tree, the steam rising from the water glows, softly hugging the shores. There is freshness in the air and a premonition of a new day. This landscape reminds me of a man who woke up five minutes before the alarm. He lies and basks, realizing that the day has already begun, but there are these five minutes that he has won and can afford to stretch and smile sweetly. This charm is about to disappear, all objects will take on clear outlines, but that's why I am an artist, so that, at my request and obeying my brush, I can stop these short minutes and prolong the pleasure.