I love the Alps more than I love any other place on this planet. They bring together all the aspects that I love the most in Nature: beauty, peace and pleasant surprises.
That day when noon and six in the afternoon looked exactly the same – as it had been during the last seven hundred and eighteen days -, where the homogeneity of gray and the cold, damp wind dominated the diurnal watercolor, that day he returned to the market.
I woke up in fright. Someone had caressed my feet but I was alone in the room. Anxiously, I grabbed my mobile phone. It was showing two thirty-nine in the morning. Even panting, I breathed a sigh of relief at being back into the Ego, but my spine froze again right away, with a new caress, this time, with the complement of a warm breath. Something was kissing the big toe of my right foot under the covers.
At least once a week I'm attacked with this nonsensical and barbaric statement: sleeping is good. In self-defense I usually throw baffled looks back to the offender, but just to be mercilessly finished: don't you think?