Walk in the mountains

This is a road to nowhere, a path lost in the fog, like unfulfilled dreams. A gray haze embraces the earth, filling everything around with calmness and slight sadness. A person walks along this road, leaving behind traces that will be washed away by the first rain. He wanders as if trying to find a way out of the labyrinth of his own thoughts. A dirty path is a life path, full of obstacles, leading to an unknown destination, but a step back is impossible. Each puddle is a reflection of unfulfilled hopes, a small reflection of heaven on earth that never became reality.