A few years ago, I dreamed a landscape of fantasy. Its beauty was such that I felt the need to draw it when I woke up.
My sketch was not fair at all, but it was enough to remember it.
Last year, I was googling something random and I found a picture of a similar place in the Austrian Alps. That was the excuse that led me to visit the North of Italy and Austria on Summer.
The irony? Once I got to the region (where I was supposed to search for that place), I preferred to stay in the hut: resting, reading… I even went to sleep before 10pm!
The next day, however, after a stormy night, I woke up around 6am and I saw the sky was clear, so I decided to catch the sunrise. My surprise was to discover a sea of clouds at my feet.
Thus, after 2 hours of doing nothing but contemplating this gift (and a well-deserved breakfast), I packed my stuff and I started my way down to civilization.
The best? I did not have the feeling of having missed anything, but quite the opposite
