That morning the ground was
covered in fog. We were late in our 20km bike trip and the air ballons were already lifting as we drifted downwards toward the take-off village. When we descended well into the fog we realized it's too thick to see anything above so we decided to watch the slow lift from far-away. To the right a few horses were eating quietly the wet grass. To the left, a road was going upwards. The horses tempted me but I had no time to waste - I needed a view from somewhere above so I took the road to the left. There were gardens all around, and fences, and trees - I just couldn't find the view. The sun was just coming out of the clouds when I saw that one garden had the fence damaged, probably from some animal. I quickly got through avoiding the electric cable they use to keep off animals and there it was - the beauty!
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