The clouds are clearly auditioning for a drama series.

The clouds hung low but restless, their edges tinged with sunlight as though they’d been dipped in gold. Shadows stretched lazily across the valley floor, moving like slow dancers to the rhythm of the wind. The cliffs seemed to lean into the moment, their faces illuminated in patches where the sun broke through. I found myself tracing the contours of the landscape with my eyes, following each ridge as it disappeared into the horizon. The air was thick with a stillness that felt alive—charged yet calming. Somewhere above me, birds wheeled in silence, their flight an effortless defiance of gravity. If this place had a voice, it would whisper secrets too ancient for anyone to fully understand. And still, I stood there listening.