This time of the year, every skiing trip is potentially the last one of the season. I left right after breakfast while the world was still grey with frost after a cold night, had a quiet trip through the snowcovered forests and lake. But as for the skiing season, it is lightly snowing as I write this. Maybe I shouldn’t pack up the skis quite yet.
Experience the big moments in the silence of the nature. It's a drop of rain on a small flower, it's a beam of light in the dark forest, it's the fox tracks on a glistening snow cover in the spring. Nature speaks its language without words and it is here in this silence where I find my own voice, my way of expressing the beauty I see around me while I explore the wonders of nature.