The magic is repeated year after year and always knows how to surprise and amaze us with its bold combination of colors.
In the mountains the changing seasons are synonymous with involvement ensured as no other place. In the Alps there is no season that does not distinguish itself in a slow or fast passage.
Winter, spring and summer compete to capture us in the spell.
Yet autumn represents something different, maybe because we’d like to identify it in the shape of an excelled painter.
But what talented man could boast such skills? What canvas would be comparable in quality to the color scheme of an autumnal forest? Impossible!
Realizing it is easy: just walk in one of the beech forests of the mountain pastures.
You enter on tiptoe in a dimension of unknown wellness and equally unusual.
Step by step the pleasure is perceptible and increases to the point that each of our sense seems to awaken from the slumber of Everyday life.
Aided by a stillness made of silence and subtle sounds.
Then, from time to time, a light breeze shakes the precarious balance and an avalanche of colored leaves falling down covers our journey.
Both above and below the dominant color: yellow, red and brown, literally they inflame the atmosphere.
To leave this blessedness is almost suggested: pity, we don’t want to... a few days and winter is coming, very close! One would say, just around the corner...