Mountain in the Mist
Sometimes when the weather moves into our mountain village, the scenery becomes surreal and beautiful, like a movie set.
It was one of those days, quiet and atmospheric, with the occasional harsh call of the ravens piercing the air.
The mist was enveloping the valley floor with its tendrils reaching through the forest. The shadow of the brooding mountain was scarcely visible in the background.
I wished to savor the moment and process; I waited and let nature engulf my senses.
I stood at the edge of the forest, waiting for the perfect moment to present itself. Then, I clicked.