Among the reasons why i love the mountains is snow.
Among the reasons why I love the mountains is snow. Incredibly obvious, I know, and yet it is so. I love watching it fall and I am marveled by its graceful settling on the ground, flake after flake, creating a white veil, covering obstacles of lesser importance.
Mountains and happiness are linked by a double thread: the long walks, the continuous discoveries, the roe deer peeking over the meadows at the sunset and the evenings around the fire, are something magical, which filled my heart as a child and continues to do so now.