Прогулка по старому мосту

The world holds its breath as the first light of day pierces the fog, casting golden reflections on the still water. An aged wooden bridge, worn by time and weather, stretches across the river, offering a path into the quiet embrace of nature. No footsteps disturb the peace—only the gentle sigh of mist rising from the surface. This is not a journey to a destination, but a pause in time, a moment of connection with the earth and sky. The scene whispers of forgotten paths and the quiet strength found in stillness.