Spring in Georgia, between snow and wind-

#OverseasTravel #Travel #Nature #Georgia -Spring in Georgia, Between Snow and Wind- This May, I spent a month in Georgia, experiencing both the end of winter and the beginning of spring. As I climbed the mountain paths where the snow had not yet melted, I felt with my whole body the breath of life blooming amidst the grandeur of Mother Nature. The mountains and fields where winter lingers, and the beginning of the journey. In Georgia in May, I climbed the mountains and fields where winter had not yet departed. The wind pushed clouds across the low-lying snow, and the mountains breathed white, revealing their grandeur. The river flowed slowly, carrying memories of ice, and at the beginning of the journey, I asked myself: What is spring? The sound of melting snow, the smell of earth awakening, and the thin smoke rising from the village chimneys—these were the answers to my questions. The Silence of Mestia, the Peace of Silence The morning in Mestia was unusually tranquil. The shadows of the stone towers, bearing the marks of time, stretched long, and the faint footprints left on the snow seemed to speak of the peace accumulated during the night. A dog followed me as I walked aimlessly, and the sheep that raised their heads at every street corner became a natural part of this landscape. A landscape that needed no words, a moment when silence replaced everything, I saw in it a form of "peace" long lost. The Awakening Earth, the Warmth of Life As day came, the snow glistened and melted under the sunlight, and beneath it, spring began to breathe quietly. The wind remained cold, but within it was undoubtedly the warmth of life. On the way down the mountain, the sound of water deepened through the valley. The ice crumbled, and the river, bearing the color of earth, made a rough sound. It wasn't simply spring, but the sound of the frozen earth awakening. Honest Season, Time Standstill Passing through the Trousso Gorge and heading toward Tbilisi, I felt once again how honest the seasons of this land are. Human time passes quickly, but nature's time stands still. I realized that in Georgia, spring doesn't arrive, but rather winter slowly recedes. As the shadows of the mountains lengthened and the evening sunlight blazed a crimson glow, I paused for a moment and reflected on the path I had taken. Snow and wind, clouds and dirt, and myself walking among them. The journey was over, but the tranquil and magnificent Georgian landscape still remained within me, like snow, leaving a deep resonance. Georgian spring was a silent song, blooming where the wind had lingered. ☆Collection of Sketches of Mother Nature Embraced in Georgia (May 1-17, 2025)