A gentle traverse across summer ridgelines. Wild thyme underfoot, wind-bell horizons, and an easy laughter between peaks.

Low, green country where the day lingers and the mind loosens. The chapter moves through meadows like a soft reply.

A bendwise chapter along sunlit water. Stones as commas, dragonflies as italics, and your shadow reading aloud.

Snow bridges and golden meadows, a clean line between seasons. We walk it with respect and return lighter.

Waterfalls, snow gullies, and a pass that edits your doubts. The route is demanding and kind.

From village slopes to a lake of oaths, the path feels like memory carried well.