Kalab village, Talesh, Gilan, Iran

This week we had a different program. We chatted with friends in the cycling group for a while and finally decided to visit a village 30 km away this weekend. We have been told that it is a beautiful and different place with pristine nature.

I, personally wanted to see it up close. Our teammates said we might not be able to go that route because we were going through a rainy week and the sky would not stop raining. It was like it had lost a dear friend and wouldn’t get over it!

I usually love the rain, but no matter how thick skin you’ll be, heavy rain could be a big problem for a multi-hours trip.

A week passed like this and we slept at night with the sound of rain banging on the window.

Over the weekend, we were all sitting behind the windows and in front of monitors or cell phones, worried that it would continue raining tomorrow as well. So eventually we all decided to leave the fate of the program to the morning.

I woke up at 5 a.m. and in disbelief, I could not hear the sound of forceful strikes of raindrops anymore.

The rain stopped that day and we all gathered in the town square to move towards the beautiful village we had heard of. There was no rain, but the clouds were so close to earth that a thick fog had covered the tops of the trees of forested mountains. We did not move in the fog, but the fog was in the background. It was like a gorgeous scene in front of us.

Like a painting.

Like an invisible glory

Like an indescribable dream…

We were just a few steps away from the clouds…