The mountain sound

There are things, places that are like a call, a song on which our spirit dances, making us understand that we have found our place in this world.
This is what happens to me when I am in the mountains, or even more generally in places surrounded by nature.

I breathe, full lungs, I feel at home.
It’s a moment of reconnection with myself and everything around me. It’s a need that I feel inside.

Today I want to try to let you breathe with me, taking you along the path that leads from the springs of the Piave river to the Sesis Pass, in the company of the marmots’ whistles, the sun on your skin and that music that forms step by step as you climb higher and higher.