What time is it in your place now? It's 8am now in my place. And this morning, before the sky had fully awakened, we climbed a hill near the town center in the characteristic cold of the plateau in March. The space was quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing gently through the pine forest and the sound of the stream flowing far away in the valley hidden in the fog.
And then – the sea of clouds appeared, gentle yet spectacular. White clouds stretched endlessly at the foot of the hill, entwined with the hills and pine trees as if wanting to hide the whole town of Mang Den in a dream.
Looking down from the hill, that scene made us suddenly silent. Both beautiful and peaceful. A very Mang Den feeling – where clouds not only float in the sky, but also float in the souls of the people watching.
I took a few pictures, but the pictures only capture the image – the emotions have to be there, you have to stand directly in the clouds and sky to fully feel the gentle and magical beauty of this early morning.
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