This week, we went to the mountain village of Lemir in the heights of Kish Dibi.

This region, which is one of the most beautiful heights in the city of Talesh in northern Iran, sees many travelers and tourists every spring, but now, in winter, it is secluded and mysterious.

Seemingly endless mountains, dirt roads, steep roads, and cyclists who have set off in the morning to experience this challenging and dangerous road today.

There is nothing left until the end of winter and people are gradually preparing for the arrival of spring and Nowruz (Iranian New Year celebration). Housecleaning, and commuting these days are making everybody busy with their families, and our group will most likely not have the opportunity to get together these days.

We may go for some short-distance trips, but hard and challenging roads would be beyond expectation for sometimes.

If won’t be subdued by the hardships, the sweet taste of beauties here is easy to overwhelm. And how far do we have to fly to get here? Sometimes the mind becomes so preoccupied with life and the world around it that the body forgets what it lives for.

A bicycle, bare trees, false sludge greenery, a large, flat ground, crumbling dry leaves, and a deep valley that devours human beings.

When I get here, I run and breathe and scream. It was as if I was drunk on pristine nature and fresh air.

Were it not for the tiredness of travel, the busyness of daily life, and the magnet of normal life, we might have been so overwhelmed by this joy that none of us would have returned.

This is undoubtedly a magical and wonderful land that conquers the soul and spirit of man.