Mother nature takes her visitors lying down, conducting business flat on her back. Her breasts, nipples dipped in snowy white powder, pointed straight up to the sky.
Unlike The Dude, her mountains abide for nothing, no schedule of seasons.
It is hailing like holy fuck right now, and it is the middle of June.
Of course I forgot rolls of film down at Davide's. Of course.
We are waking up at 5, to accommodate nature's moody time table, and catch a glimpse of the famous 'pink dolomites'.
12 hours ago