The graceful clouds flowed like water into the valley through the spaces between two high hills. It felt like the clouds fused with the river stream pouring in with tune of the flow of water. The clouds turned the valley into snowy hills, gently covering it like a mother cuddling her child with a good night kiss.
Why does one travel? Is it for the attraction of places or the connection that our soul seeks? The essence of traveling differs based on the varied perspectives of individuals.