CHAPTER 20
New journeys Maybe I should blame red wine or the heat of the fireplace, but the day seems to be warmer since we’ve arrived. It stopped snowing, leaving us immersed in the canvas of a painting. The silence you breathe here is unspoiled, almost surreal. The only noises are made by our steps on the creaky snow and the soft breath that goes through the scarfs placed on the mouth. Since we’ve exited the chalet, we didn’t say a word, so caught up in the scenario that surrounds us. Giulio, hands in his pockets, starts to walk ahead of me. Then he stops and he turns towards me, waiting for me to reach him. When I’m by his side, I see a hare that blends into the colour of the snowy coat. Noticing our presence, she stops and looks at us from
