The Magic of a Mountain Stream at Dawn

Dawn paints the mountain stream in soft gold, its waters trickling over smooth stones. I sit on a mossy rock, watching trout dart through sunlit patches. The air smells of wet earth and pine, and a woodpecker’s tap echoes in the distance. Cupping my hands, I drink the icy water, feeling it refresh me from within. This quiet moment by the stream reminds me that peace exists in nature’s gentle rhythms, far from the world’s noise.

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