Fog was rising, first sunrays appeared, frost on tree branches started to melt and water dripped to the ground. The sound drops made when they hit the ground was the only thing to be heard. It was magical.
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I love that moment. I know this will be my last morning walk here, and it will happen again only in another 365 days. I will leave here with those moments in my mind. And I will miss it very much.
@novembermoon I will miss you a lot when I take these walks on my own. There will not be the same. There are many beautiful things in nature I just notice when you are by my side.
