Misty Morning Reflections

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One morning, I woke up early and walked toward the wetlands while the mist was still clinging to the fields. The mountains looked like ghostly silhouettes rising from the fog, and the air smelled fresh, like wet leaves and new rain. A few locals were already out fishing, their reflections rippling in the still water. It was one of those quiet mornings that felt almost sacred — no crowds, no sound but nature breathing.

Post by Traveler 123 | Oct 13, 2025