Deep in green

Beauty is everywhere.

I wait impatiently for my next journey, and then the next one, and so on; packing my suitcase, jumping on a train or plan, and discovering new  places, whose charm proportionally grows to their distance from home. The interludes of daily life are sometimes nothing more than long waits.

Until I pack my rucksack, punt on my trekking shoes, and I go up on the mountains just around the corner. It happens less often than I would like to, because of my laziness too – I admit it. The wood and its silence begin with the climb.

And beauty embraces you, reminding you that she’s always been there and so close to you.