Winter is coming

But there is still sunshine. And I can ride some more. Now the old road through Danilovgrad leads us to the Ostrog monastery. It feels like real winter. Adding some more mileage.

The monastery, perched atop the mountain like a sacred guardian, gradually came into view. Its ancient spires and weathered walls were enhanced by the soft, ethereal glow of winter daylight. Smoke spiraled from the chimneys, a tangible sign of the warmth within and the monks' steadfast devotion amid the winter's solitude.

Perched on the edge of a winding mountain road, I found myself enveloped in the crisp air of high altitude, the ethereal scent of coffee wafting through the chilly breeze. Before me stretched an awe-inspiring panorama of majestic peaks and valleys, their contours bathed in the soft hues of dawn or the warm glow of the setting sun. It was a moment suspended in time, a pause in the journey to savor both the breathtaking scenery and the simple pleasure of a steaming cup of coffee.

The journey to this elevated vantage point had been marked by winding roads, hairpin turns, and ascending altitudes. Now, at this picturesque rest stop along the mountainous route, the act of sipping coffee became a ritual—a communion with both the natural world and the rich, aromatic elixir in my hands.