Waves filled with clouds, letting time drift by on the cape of rapids. The cape stretches out to await the sunset, ignoring the trembling sands as the tide rises.

The sky turned gray-gray, the melaleuca forest changed color under the lopsided sunlight penetrating through the canopy of leaves, the ground tilted and swayed with the withering colors of countless flowers and leaves. The sparkling black velvet water reflects the identity of the forest of the elders: the splendid harmony of the late afternoon.

Solid and rough are the emotions of Da Lat. Spatial topography consists of interlaced hills, layers hidden under layers of cold pine forests. In that autumn silence, the clouds are the witch who transforms to soften the rough, dry and cold.