One day, I climbed the mountains of the Caucasus, picking up trash and stones

I set out from the boutique hotel in Gabala, Azerbaijan, and first climbed the mountain across from us, Under the brilliant sunshine at the tail end of winter, I saw the freshly bloomed wild cherry blossoms🌸, I saw the gradually greening wild grass I saw the slowly reviving tree trunks I saw the quietly flowing stream And the little fairies🧚🏻‍♀️🧚‍♂️ that you can't see Then, following the designated route planned by the beautiful tiktoker blogger Miss from the hotel--- Along the wide and dry river valley, I stepped over volcanic ash from millions of years ago I crossed the stone beaches eroded by glaciers Heading towards a small Caucasus village LAZA at an altitude of 1700 meters Observing the changes in the geological landscape, feeling the evolution of the rocks and glaciers Imagining the deep valleys that have been deposited by the baptism of volcanic lava over billions of years On the way, I took away colorful stones engraved with time and geomancy, which have recorded the beautiful memories of each of my steps I also took away plastic products from the Caucasus Mountains that cannot be decomposed by time, gales, torrential rains, mudslides, or exposure...