The weather in Biella was miserable—not just cold, but the kind of cold that settles into your bones and whispers that winter has come to stay.
Freezing. The sky hung heavy with dense clouds, threatening rain that never came, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
I’ve been spending too many days trapped indoors, a prisoner hunting for work, my eyes burning from endless screens. I’d lost something precious without even noticing when it slipped away: the simple joy of walking, of moving through the world. My body had forgotten how to crave movement. But there’s an old magic in mountain walking—the constant shifting of focus from near to far and back again. After a good walk, your eyes return to what I call “factory conditions,” restored and new.
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