The Blog of jcalvoparapar

This is my entry for the #monomad challenge.

Deep in the valley, the morning mist drifts gently across the mountains, wrapping each leaf in its damp breath. The royal palm, tall and proud, rises as a symbol of Cuban soil. Its silhouette emerges through the haze, a silent witness to the peace that reigns at dawn.

En lo profundo del valle, la niebla se desliza suavemente entre las montañas, envolviendo cada hoja con su aliento húmedo. La palma real, erguida y orgullosa, se alza como símbolo de la tierra cubana. Su silueta se dibuja entre la bruma, testigo silencioso de la paz que reina al amanecer.