Magical, magical our Cogne!
I am so tired, Cogne is a mirage, but also my regenerating refuge! And so I arrive from Milan hot and exhausted. Time for a hug, a goodbye, I put my luggage down and escape to the balcony of my room, here I find myself immersed in the meadow of my heart of that invigorating green and intense that smells of home. For days I had been waiting for this moment, knowing that here I would embark on a relaxing journey of inner light, joy and deep serenity.
Within a few hours, tiredness is almost a memory. The green expanses, where the scents and colours intoxicate, come together to create a suggestion that goes straight to the heart. What wonder! How enchanting! I cancel myself out during a walk in the Sant'Orso meadow, the grass is tall, no one is around, the deafening silence creates a feeling of total well-being and profound joy. I look up and feel literally towered over by the Gran Paradiso that rises generous and splendid before my eyes and, before him, I feel small and part of something immense with my heart rejoicing with festive joy.
Magic of these mountains and colours envelops me in a unique sensory embrace. It is malia pure state, the wonder of nature mother, sister, comforter.
The emotion is always great, and even just admiring the purity of these sinuous peaks provokes in me a sense of total serenity, thank you dear mountains, thank you Cogne.
