Our walk in the forest. My little journey.

Our walk in the forest. My little journey.
I wrote a few words about this place. After all, it’s the most peaceful place in the world. Standing at the foot of this mountain, you feel like a speck of sand. The air here is dry, saturated with the rich scent of resin and sun-warmed pine needles. The wind, sweeping through the treetops high above your head, doesn’t descend but only carries a muffled, bass-like rumble to the ground, like the whispers of ancient giants. The forest looks down on you from above, inspiring a sense of awe.
And the only way up is an endless wooden staircase, clinging to the steep slope.
A walk here turns into a climb. The first ten steps are easy, but then you start to lose your breath, and you realize why this path brooks no haste. Every landing is an opportunity to pause and contemplate.