Autumn in the mountains casts a spell of enchantment. The landscape transforms into a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colors, as leaves on the trees transition from vibrant green to rich reds, ambers, yellows, and earthy browns. With a gentle whisper of the breeze, the leaves gracefully descend to the ground, leaving the trees bare, exposed, and unabashedly naked.
In stark contrast, the people on the streets embrace the season, donning rugged yet colorful scarves, boots, and warm jackets, layering up for the chilly weather. The air carries a crisp and cool quality, infused with the invigorating scents of wood and pine. As I navigate through the winding roads on my motorbike, I envision people indoors, preparing hearty meals and gathering around slow combustion fires to stay warm.
There are moments when it seems like every corner of the world holds more allure than your own home. This sentiment lingered with me for years. Familiar faces, routine places, and repetitive activities created a sense of monotony.
At a certain juncture, I came to the realization that my true exploration lay in discovering Mountains and, on a more profound level, understanding myself. The quest for fulfillment doesn't always require venturing far from home. For me, it involves seeking affordable and time-efficient travel options. One approach I've adopted is exploring local gems on a motorbike, engaging in everyday activities, and savoring the joy of simple pleasures, such as observing the subtle shifts in seasons.