C53 Butterflies and Mountains

The rain had softened into a gentle drizzle by the time they stepped out of the hut.

Mist floated between the tall mountain pines, wrapping the trail in a dreamy silver haze.

Aisha stretched her arms and inhaled deeply.

“Okay… I admit it.”

Arjun glanced at her.

“What?”

“This place is ridiculously beautiful.”

He smirked.

“And here I thought you were only here to complain