One crisp autumn morning, I set out on a hike through the Cernei Mountains with my dad and one of his friends. The forest greeted us with a burst of yellows, oranges, reds, and hints of fading green all blending together like a living painting. The trail was quiet, the air fresh, and every turn offered something beautiful to take in.
As we walked, the light shifted gently through the trees, and the leaves rustled softly under our feet. The colors felt endless, like the mountains had been waiting all year to show this side of themselves.