Into the Mist – A Morning Ride Up the Mountain That Felt Like a Dream It was early morning. I started my motorcycle and began the slow climb up a mountain road I had never taken before. The cool air felt different — and then I saw it: mist curling around the trees, rolling softly across the curves ahead. I slowed down, pulled to the side, and just watched. Everything was quiet, like the world had pressed a mute button. Riding through the mist felt like moving inside a dream.…
