That Morning on Pletes Hill
That Morning on Pletes Hill
Around 7 a.m., the sun began to gently sting as we climbed Pletes Hill. We crawled up the limestone walls, slowly reaching the thrilling peak. From there, the city looked tiny, like a miniature life. We enjoyed that moment like kids discovering a new world.
The morning sun greeted us warmly, its rays piercing through the thin mist enveloping the hill. Step by step, we hiked, feeling each heartbeat as the altitude increased. Upon reaching the summit, a breathtaking view unfolded before our eyes. The city below appeared like a painting, with small buildings and winding roads.
We sat together, soaking in the extraordinary beauty of nature. Laughter and jokes filled that morning, reminding us of our cheerful childhood. That moment became a beautiful memory we will always cherish.