Embracing Winter Mornings with A Journey Through the Fog....
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| Photo by Mateusz Sałaciak |
Winter mornings hold a special kind of magic, and for me, they are a time of serene beauty and quiet reflection. As the sun rises, the morning dew glistens like tiny jewels, making it seem as if the earth has been kissed by a gentle early morning rainfall. The fog wraps everything in a hazy blanket, softening the world and creating an enchanting atmosphere.
The rays of the sun struggle to pierce through the dense fog, but when they do, they paint the sky with a soft, colorful hue that feels almost otherworldly. The air is cool and crisp, invigorating with each breath, and the tranquility of the early hours fills me with a sense of peace and wonder.
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| Photo by Mateusz Sałaciak |
One of my favorite rituals during these winter mornings was to go up to the rooftop. Standing there, high above the world, I couldn't help but smile as I took in the breathtaking beauty of nature. The landscape below, shrouded in mist, seemed like a scene from a fairy tale, and I felt a deep connection to the world around me.
When it was time to leave for school, my excitement grew. There was something uniquely delightful about walking through the foggy streets on those winter mornings. The world felt hushed and still, as if it was holding its breath, waiting for the day to unfold. My father and I would walk together, enjoying the quiet beauty of the morning. The streets, not yet crowded, offered a peaceful escape, and the simplicity of our journey allowed us to appreciate the small wonders of the world around us.
As we walked, we would talk about everything and nothing—sharing stories, dreams, and the occasional joke. These walks were not just a means to get to school; they were moments of bonding and joy. The beauty of nature and the comfort of my father's presence made each step feel special, turning an ordinary walk into an extraordinary experience.
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| Photo by Griffin Wooldridge |
Winter mornings have always been a reminder of the simple pleasures in life. The fog, the dew, and the gentle light create a world that feels both familiar and new. It's a time to slow down, to breathe deeply, and to find joy in the quiet moments. Whether standing on a rooftop, walking to school, or simply watching the world wake up, these mornings are a gift—a chance to connect with nature, with loved ones, and with us.
So, as winter approaches, I look forward to those magical mornings once again. I can't wait to step outside, feel the cool air on my face, and lose myself in the beauty of a foggy, dew-kissed dawn. And who knows? Maybe I'll find a new favorite ritual or rediscover an old one, but one thing is certain: I'll cherish every moment.
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