The hill I dream of is a place where I lose my connection with the world and find myself in the depths of nature. High and lofty, surrounded by steep cliffs, it extends far into a valley. When I look down from the hill, a fascinating view greets me: lush green forests, deep valleys, a lake in the distance, and the sky slowly begins to turn from blue to orange.
As sunset approaches, time seems to stand still. The sky first lights up with golden yellow and red colors, then transitions to deep shades of purple and dark blue. Each color opens before my eyes like a story, and as the lights slowly disappear, it feels like there is another world. On the stones at the top, I feel how small I am in front of this beauty. But at the same time, I become a part of this big picture of nature.
As the day comes to an end, only the sounds of nature, the howling of the wind, and the sound of distant birds remain. At that moment, I don’t understand how time passes. There is a serenity within me, perhaps a peace combined with the magic of this moment offered by nature. The last lights of the day slowly disappear, just like a friend saying goodbye, and the night slowly covers everything.