I woke up early, hoping the hike would clear my head. Instead, the whole park was swallowed by fog—waterfall roaring somewhere I couldn’t see, trees blurred into shapes. I kept walking, thinking the mist would lift, but it didn’t. It’s strange how quiet it gets when you can’t see more than a few feet ahead. Every step felt like waiting for something to appear—another hiker, the edge of the trail, a version of myself that wasn’t so tired. I took a photo. I never posted it. Some mornings, the view is beautiful. Sometimes, it’s just you and the fog, and that’s enough. #Travel #TravelInTheQuiet # #NatureSolitude