Chapter 1: Dawn.
4.00 A.M. alarm clock.
As we went to sleep, so we woke up: a million stars over our head, the Milky Way shining clear across the sky and the mountain humbling us from the hight of her majesty, which needs no words and still is more eloquent than any sound.
The Gran Sasso, which means Big Stone, might not be the highest mountain of all, nor the most beautiful, famous or yearned for, but it is home to my hearth and my peace. In the confusion, it brings me back down to Earth.