BACK TO NATURE
A pile of snow covers Livigno: on trees, on roofs, on the streets, on the empty slopes. It is almost a step back in time or a jump to the future if you think of a more sustainable one. Going back to the mountains before the big white circus is like traveling to a world that seemed confined in our grandparents’ memories when everything had to be conquered with hard work.
Being able to ski, too.
Being able to ski, too.
Immersing in this magical, white landscape brings us back to childhood when falling snow was enough to marvel and having snowball fights with friends made us happy in a more straightforward way.
We could smell the air and catch the first snowflakes’ arrival.
This is an exceptional year. It is an unmissable chance to leave behind the efforts/fatigue of the last months, to break the monotony of days that are always the same and enjoying the magical atmosphere of the snow-covered valley.
Walking in the woods and admiring the larches in their winter slumber is enough: breathe in the air, pure and freezing, while your heart swells and your mind calms down.
Wolves and ungulate footprints on the snow are the reminders that these spaces are inhabited not only by humans.
You just need to find a viewpoint and look around you: the snowy landscape, the wooden houses, the bell tower, the peaks get captured in your eyes like a photograph.
Your mind is set free, and you can go back to happiness and love of life. You feel alive again.
The mountains are the great cathedrals of the earth, with their portals of rock, the mosaics of clouds, the choirs of streams, the altars of snow, the vaults of purple glittering with stars. (John Ruskin)
To me, walking means entering nature. And that’s why I stroll, I hardly ever run. To me, nature is not a gym. I go there to see, to feel, with all my senses. So, my spirit enters the trees, the meadow, the flowers. To me, high mountains are a feeling. (Reinhold Messner)
Mountain is for everyone, not just mountaineers: for anyone who wishes to rest in the quiet and for those who look an even profound rest in physical effort. (Guido Rey)
Thousands of tired, stressed and too “civilized” people, are starting to understand that going in the mountains means coming home, and that pristine nature is not a luxury but a necessity. (John Muir)
We could smell the air and catch the first snowflakes’ arrival.
This is an exceptional year. It is an unmissable chance to leave behind the efforts/fatigue of the last months, to break the monotony of days that are always the same and enjoying the magical atmosphere of the snow-covered valley.
Walking in the woods and admiring the larches in their winter slumber is enough: breathe in the air, pure and freezing, while your heart swells and your mind calms down.
Wolves and ungulate footprints on the snow are the reminders that these spaces are inhabited not only by humans.
You just need to find a viewpoint and look around you: the snowy landscape, the wooden houses, the bell tower, the peaks get captured in your eyes like a photograph.
Your mind is set free, and you can go back to happiness and love of life. You feel alive again.
The mountains are the great cathedrals of the earth, with their portals of rock, the mosaics of clouds, the choirs of streams, the altars of snow, the vaults of purple glittering with stars. (John Ruskin)
To me, walking means entering nature. And that’s why I stroll, I hardly ever run. To me, nature is not a gym. I go there to see, to feel, with all my senses. So, my spirit enters the trees, the meadow, the flowers. To me, high mountains are a feeling. (Reinhold Messner)
Mountain is for everyone, not just mountaineers: for anyone who wishes to rest in the quiet and for those who look an even profound rest in physical effort. (Guido Rey)
Thousands of tired, stressed and too “civilized” people, are starting to understand that going in the mountains means coming home, and that pristine nature is not a luxury but a necessity. (John Muir)
