Some mountains don't ask you to stop.
They let you pass, quietly watching through fog and steel.
This photograph was taken from a high-speed train somewhere between Ankara and İstanbul—motion beneath me, stillness towering ahead.
I didn't slow down for the frame. Life didn't either.
Yet for a few seconds, speed and silence shared the same window.
Some views aren't destinations. They are reminders that movement doesn't erase depth.