Morning Mist Over the Fields

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The next morning, I woke up early again. The mist clung low over the rice fields, and everything was hushed — just birds calling and the faint hum of life starting up. I cycled along the small dikes that cut through the fields, the road still damp from dew. Every so often, I’d stop to watch the fog lift, revealing the karsts one by one like a slow curtain rise. It was the kind of morning that makes you fall in love with quiet moments.

Post by Traveler 123 | Oct 6, 2025