
On a cold autumn day, in the silence of my thoughts, dawn cast its rays, manifesting a moment of profound beauty
On a cold autumn day, in the silence of my thoughts, dawn cast its rays, manifesting a moment of profound beauty
Narrow village paths with bouquets adorned colourful decaying medieval walls, nestled along the river that meandered through Annecy, a picturesque jewel nestled at the footsteps of the Alps.
The facade before me was faded and worn. I paused, admiring the defiant and enduring beauty of an era long ago.