There’s something profoundly quiet in this view a fog-covered mountain standing in the distance, almost as if hiding its own memories. The railings in the foreground frame the scene like the edges of a photograph, holding still a moment that’s both fleeting and familiar.
This picture isn't just of a landscape; it's a metaphor for how our minds hold memories. Some are clear like the nearby trees vibrant and alive memories of laughter, success, love. Others are distant and veiled like the misty mountains blurred emotions, loss and phases we’ve outgrown.
The serene and misty reflects that exact feeling of a kind of memory that sneaks up on you during a random pause a cup of tea in hand, the clouds hanging low, and a name or face brushing your mind. There are bonds we form that don’t need years to grow. Sometimes, they bloom in a moment over a shared song, a spontaneous conversation, a sunset, or a glance. In those brief encounters, we feel seen, understood and even loved.
But not all stories are meant to last chapters. Some remain beautiful footnotes short, soft, and unforgettable. Maybe it was distance. Maybe time drifted you apart. Or maybe, like the mist on that mountain, the reason isn’t visible anymore. But what remains is the warmth and that quiet joy of having felt something real.
As we stare into this vast green expanse under a foggy sky, we remember:
Some people come like seasons brief, intense, and unforgettable. We may not see them again, but we’ll always feel the echo of their presence in places like this.
Change, just like this weather, rolls in silently. We don’t always notice when the skies begin to cloud or clear, but we feel it. Some days we wake up to sunshine. Some days we only see fog. Yet, both are beautiful & necessary parts of life’s rhythm.
Captured By
Kanulla Lakshmi Prasanna Devi
