In the morning from the hotel room, I was observing the mountains. I had a feeling that hills are alive. A new mountain could be born at any moment and if it seems to me too slow. There is something peculiar about seeing tall peaks of granite where there used not even one tree in decades ago. They look like old men whose eyes looked straight into my forehead all day long. Clouds are nice. You’ll always remember them as an angel-like who will disappear completely before your very eyes after three hours!