The mountains seem to be playing hide and seek with the clouds.

The trail opened up to a view that felt like stepping into a painting. The trees below swayed gently as if in quiet conversation with the wind, while the mountains stretched endlessly ahead, their blue hues deepening with each layer. Standing there, I couldn’t help but feel small—not insignificant, but part of something vast and enduring. The clouds moved lazily across the sky, casting fleeting shadows that danced across the valley. It was a moment both still and alive, a paradox that only nature seems to master. The air was crisp yet carried a faint warmth, as though it couldn’t quite decide on the season. Somewhere in the distance, a bird called out—a sound that seemed to echo forever before being swallowed by the silence.