The hills smiled at me as the veil of fog rolled down on them. The beauty was simply majestic. The trees tried to gaze on top of each other but the dying of the light painted the entire horizon in a faint yellow light. I wanted to see more, I wanted to see beyond the hills, I wanted the dying light to stay and stay for good. There was a strange aroma in the air, an aroma lifted by the dampness of the grass. Such desires, such beauty and such happiness. I could feel the rhythm of my heart. I could feel myself. At that moment I knew for sure, I was truly alive.