High Lessinia in autumn

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A quiet autumn light settles over the Alta Lessinia, soft as a breath.

The small mirror of water in the foreground holds the sky like a secret,

while the grass—faded gold and whispering—leans gently toward evening.

 

Beyond the rolling pastures, the world rises in layers:

first the dark line of the forests, then the distant summits.

To the left, the Adamello gleams with a pale crown of snow;

to the right, the Brenta Dolomites carve their ancient silhouettes into the fading blue.

 

The mountains feel both close and unreachable,

standing watch over a landscape that moves slowly with the seasons.

It’s a moment suspended—calm, luminous,

as if the land itself were pausing to listen to its own heartbeat.

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