landscape
1 little balloons went for a walk in the forest. They followed each other along the shaded paths, they climbed the hill one after the other, they played and jumped off the called trees as if the world was never going to be the same. And despite the dangers of this outing, they all came back home and safe.
With spring approaching, it is almost impossible to go into the forest and not to find a free bug, a white petal or the smell of invigorated nature. The water is more audible, the sunshine is warmer, the green is more saturated, the birds are happier, and the joggers are swifter.
The fog dissipates amongst the silence of the morning sunshine.
It is not a first time that I am climbing Musala. But it is a first to take the path from Belmeken dam - a 25 km trek on a mostly even terrain with the last 5 km or so with ups and downs on the rocky ground. The bones were crackling, the ground was soft, the sun was rough, the wind was deceitful. You smile together with everyone around, marvelling at the way the water makes its way through the ground, the way the pine trees feed you their green pine cones without protest. You are standing on that edge and hoping that you don't slip; and yet, you come closer to have your breath taken away by the view. You walk into the clouds as if they are a fluffy ball of pink candy cotton. And it melts under your feet just like the real cotton.
