At Passo Giau, the sunrise began with clear skies and a gentle glow on the peaks, but just as the sun reached its most radiant hour, a sudden veil of mist swept across the pass.
The fog rose and danced in the golden light, transforming the Dolomites into a shifting dreamscape of soft pastels, rose, amber, and violet hues that blended with the mountain silhouettes.
What seemed like an ordinary dawn transformed in an instant into something rare and unplanned, a fleeting gift of nature where the mist and sun conspired to paint the morning in wonder.
