‘Hike to the white scene on top of the Alps, breathe in the snow-clear crisp. From the foothill to Grindelwald, scenes change like seasons. Through the forest and the fields, the essence of everything solemn distilled into the height of this pure white atmosphere. The freshness and cedar forest, sealed underneath the quiet snow. From afar the sound of burning wood arises, you imagine somewhere far at the foot of the alps, the chimneys of families are also smoking. Past the zenith, the surrounding and nature went silent. Offwhite and seren, you breathe on the mountain, inhale the clouds, see the air you breathe, and let the chill wash your chest and soul.’ – One Day
