I found this old hunter’s hut by accident.
Just sitting there below Kollenberg… like it had a story to tell.
The light wasn’t right that day, but I could feel it — if I came back early enough, the sunrise would set it on fire.
So I did.
Next morning, I was there before the birds. The air was cold. I sat there, waiting.
And when the sun finally broke through… the whole scene lit up like someone had poured gasoline on the horizon and started the fire.