Bansaimok

The mist unfurled its cloak, a silent waltz through mountain crevices. It stealthily claimed each groove, veiling the world until all was obscured—no hand visible, no height, nor depth. A grand monotony of darkness prevailed. Until dawn, when the earth stirred with a gentle warmth, coaxing the mist’s retreat.

Gradually, the tapestry of nature unveiled itself: tree crowns emerged, dew-kissed grass blades reappeared, and the horizon painted its return. A spectacle, more enchanting than the day before.

Bansaimok, Northern Thailand, 2023