A Sleeping Beauty

Between the spines of mountains close to its vein, a humble wanderer is finding a peaceful place to clear his mind from the hasty world. He pushes his bike up to a place he has never been to and suddenly he stops. The pouring rain, giant trees, and soft moss quietly evoke his humbleness and his insignificance in this place.

It’s drizzly morning. The sun is hidden somewhere in the fine milky dish of the horizon. I am lost in a place of no connection and no prediction. The only things I can hear are my steps and rain drops popping on the ground.

Wind dances with the tree crowns and I decided to find a place to ride my bike where nobody has ever tried to.