Late summer in Poland is gently yielding to autumn — days grow shorter, mornings grow crisper, and the light takes on a warm golden softness, as if each scene is offering a quiet farewell. But before the leaves turn and the first mists descend, Polish forests burst into one last spectacular display. Vast heather fields, painted in shades of violet and rose, carpet the forest floor beneath tall, straight pines, stretching toward the horizon under the late-summer sun. In this brief but magical moment, the woods transform from a world of deep green shadows into a vibrant tapestry of color glowing with warmth and life.