Elara made her way down the winding path that led to the apple orchard. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the mountain landscape, painting everything in warm golden hues. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the crisp mountain air.
The orchard was more beautiful than she'd expected. Rows of apple trees stretched across the gentle slope, their branches heavy with ripe fruit. Elara approached the nearest tree and reached up, plucking a perfect red apple. She polished it against her sweater and took a satisfying bite.
Sweet juice flooded her mouth. She couldn't remember the last time she'd tasted something so simple yet delicious.
After gathering a few more apples in the small bag provided by the retreat, Elara noticed a narrow trail leading further up the mountain. A wooden sign indicated it led to a sunset viewpoint. She checked her watch – still plenty of time before dusk.