A beautiful April day

On a beautiful April day, I enjoy the view of the beautiful valley here to the west, while the sun calmly dims the last light before dusk.
 The landscape stretches out in silence – a valley shaped by time, ice and eternal winds. The river winds like a silver ribbon through the valley floor, reflecting the sky as if trying to hold on to the last blue of the day.
 The road follows the river, faithful and patient, like a friend by its side. The snow still rests on the highest peaks, sparkling in the last rays of sunlight that kiss the mountainside before dusk sets in. On the horizon, the valley opens up in a peaceful exhalation – as if nature itself is taking a quiet break in the light of this spring day in April.
 It is a moment that requires no words – only presence. A breath in the great rhythm of nature, where the eye and soul find peace in the grandeur and the quiet at the same time.