06/04/2026
There is a brief moment each year when the mountains hold two seasons at once.
Below, the valleys are alive with the green of early summer.
Above, the last traces of winter still cling to the higher peaks.
From this perspective, the transition feels gradual, unhurried, and timeless.
A few paragliders drift across the sky, carried by nothing more than wind and patience.
No soundtrack needed.
Just mountains, open skies, and the quiet reminder that nature moves at its own pace.
⛰️🌿❄️
