Early in the morning, the forest was still wrapped in silence when the first rays of light broke through the canopy. They touched the waterfall in the distance, painting the leaves in warm golden tones. From where I stood, I could feel the contrast: the quiet glow at the top, soft and serene, and the restless water rushing in the foreground, carving its way down with energy and texture.
Autumn is just beginning to show itself here—tiny leaves scattered on the rocks, a hint of red and brown creeping into the greens. It’s that fleeting in-between season, when summer hasn’t fully left but autumn is already knocking on the door. Standing there, I felt I was witnessing the forest’s slow transformation, with light and water telling the story.
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