Winter white in the mountains is a special shade of white. It blinds you on a sunny day: everything is bright. It is a kind of warm white that lights up even the darkness of your head. Centuries-old trees make for the crystal-clean air that fills your lungs and purifies each cell of your body. If you let it, the mountain will refresh your whole spirit. There is no wi-fi there, but it could awaken your senses and make you feel more connected than ever before. While in the big city, you might feel like screaming to be heard or need to crash against others to feel something, nature sets you free. You don't have to do anything, you don't have to go anywhere. Even with closed eyes, you feel the touch of freshness on you. You want to breathe with full lungs what the mountain brings to you. You listen to birds, branches, and leaves, dancing with the wind. Everything is just as it is supposed to be, natural. It takes the weight of your thoughts and your soul feels like flying. Nature comes in colours. As is life. Winter white, spring green, summer yellow and autumn red, and all the nuances in between. The colours, the sound of the wind, the leaves. The language of nature. It is there, always.