At the summit, snow blankets rock as if the earth has slipped into slumber. Light pierces clouds at different hours, falling upon peaks and gifting them fleeting hues—pink, crimson, deep blue, silver white. These shifts are not random but manifestations of natural rhythms. Each dawn’s faint glow, each starlit night, narrates a story of presence and impermanence. Snow holds memory, preserving temperature and tracing time’s imprint. The mountain remains still, yet expresses itself through the flow of light. This is not merely landscape—it is a symbol of cosmic order.
The Quiet Majesty of Snow-Capped Peaks at Dawn and Night
At the summit, snow blankets rock as if the earth has slipped into slumber. Light pierces clouds at different hours, falling upon peaks and gifting them fleeting hues—pink, crimson, deep blue, silver white. These shifts are not random but manifestations of natural rhythms. Each dawn’s faint glow, each starlit night, narrates a story of presence and impermanence. Snow holds memory, preserving temperature and tracing time’s imprint. The mountain remains still, yet expresses itself through the flow of light. This is not merely landscape—it is a symbol of cosmic order.

















