Mystic Memories

On a quiet winter morning at the thoroughbred stud farm, nature revealed a scene that felt almost magical. A blanket of fog covered the land, wrapping the old rain tree in mystery. Beneath its branches, the horses stood calmly, their soft breath rising in the cool air as they waited for the first light of dawn.

Camera in hand, I walked closer, and for a moment the paddock grew still. The horses turned toward me with gentle curiosity, as if sharing an unspoken connection. In the mist and the soft glow of morning, every click of the shutter felt like capturing more than a picture—it was a memory, a feeling, a piece of wonder that would stay with me forever.