First Light
The mountain stood silent as dawn stirred the alpine air. Glacial water rushed at my feet, tumbling over dark rock, its motion a quiet hymn beneath the sleeping peak. Then, a breath of light touched the summit—soft, golden, reverent. Clouds broke like a curtain parting, and for a moment, the whole valley felt paused in anticipation. Wildflowers framed the stream, dew-kissed and waking. In that hush between shadow and sunrise, the land offered a glimpse of something timeless.
The mountain stood silent as dawn stirred the alpine air. Glacial water rushed at my feet, tumbling over dark rock, its motion a quiet hymn beneath the sleeping peak. Then, a breath of light touched the summit—soft, golden, reverent. Clouds broke like a curtain parting, and for a moment, the whole valley felt paused in anticipation. Wildflowers framed the stream, dew-kissed and waking. In that hush between shadow and sunrise, the land offered a glimpse of something timeless.
The mountain stood silent as dawn stirred the alpine air. Glacial water rushed at my feet, tumbling over dark rock, its motion a quiet hymn beneath the sleeping peak. Then, a breath of light touched the summit—soft, golden, reverent. Clouds broke like a curtain parting, and for a moment, the whole valley felt paused in anticipation. Wildflowers framed the stream, dew-kissed and waking. In that hush between shadow and sunrise, the land offered a glimpse of something timeless.