The early bird catches the worm, so my wife and I, got up early and we took the frame of the day. Walking in the morning, nature offers you a quibble atmosphere.
The cabin’s walls are asleep in time. Stones are invisible in the middle of the
mist. It’s September, reaping time, and people come to the mountains by tractors, and walking hard slopes.
Air sounds hollow, livestock is pacing even in the darkness, birds start to sing, the sun forsakes the east… and shimmering in the mist, a new day is in the making.
Nice day to remerber. Indeed.
We are in Wales, but every image, frame, remembering from Spain, is the Pepe’s Cabin.
Beautiful range, don't let the mountains change!
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