mountain path

Walking an autumn morning on a quiet mountain path, the serenity of the landscape surrounds me. Fallen leaves cover the ground, creating a soft rustle under my steps. The smell of the earth and autumn moisture fills the atmosphere. The trees, tall and imposing, stand silently around me, their trunks full of memories from old times. The sun, still early, filters its light through the branches, creating plays of shadows and light on the ground. Each step brings me closer to the heart of nature, in a moment when time seems to stop. The tranquility is almost uninterrupted, with the only intervention being the sound of the wind blowing between the leaves and branches. Here, on the mountain, I feel the union with the landscape, as if I become a part of it.