These rocks look like they’ve been holding their breath for centuries just to stay upright.

I wandered closer to the base of the cliffs where the air was cooler and carried a faint earthy scent. The rocks loomed above me like ancient sentinels, their surfaces weathered and textured by time. A dragonfly flitted past, its wings catching the sunlight like shards of glass. I crouched near the water’s edge, watching how the river seemed to hold the reflection of the world above it as carefully as one might cradle a fragile secret. The occasional bird call echoed against the rock face, breaking the otherwise serene silence. It felt as though this place had been waiting for someone to notice its quiet grandeur.