There are places that s i know and storytelling. It starts with the idea of \u200b\u200bseeing everything openly what they promise, then sometimes the eye must be content with a few suggestions, and focus on them to try to du guide the steps ... At the start of the excursion is seen little drizzle and, circling almost inevitable thoughts of lazy Sundays and sedentary, but eventually you decide to walk.
blade of grass and spruce needles beaded with tiny droplets, the clearing that reveals an invisible forest, the sound of distant bells maybe or maybe not, the flowing silhouette of one of the many isolated mountain huts along the valley. Everything is connected with the journey and is completed by the imagination. After a few hours you're back to the starting point, reflecting on the views and suggestions on a sunny day would have concealed. I wonder what they thought the old Walser when certain days of autumn rain and fog enveloped their crib ...
It starts late, but we go. The process is slow in the fog without seeing the goal and provided without specifying an alternative. It 's strange around with a walking path so visible, without the family background and references of the sky. Walking in the fog seems to be suspended in a movie sequence and properties that are struggling to join in a plot.
blade of grass and spruce needles beaded with tiny droplets, the clearing that reveals an invisible forest, the sound of distant bells maybe or maybe not, the flowing silhouette of one of the many isolated mountain huts along the valley. Everything is connected with the journey and is completed by the imagination. After a few hours you're back to the starting point, reflecting on the views and suggestions on a sunny day would have concealed. I wonder what they thought the old Walser when certain days of autumn rain and fog enveloped their crib ...
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