You escaped the city because the crowds wore you out, but the first thing you notice in Keles is that silence has its own kind of noise. The climb up to the plateau slows you down along with the altitude, your phone goes dead quiet, and whatever "what should we do" question you brought scatters somewhere on the slope. Pine smell, cold air, and people in absolutely no rush over their tea. Don't bother planning — up here, seasons talk, not calendars. Roll the dice and let the mountain lead.