Stop and look

Sometimes you just have to stop and look.



A grassy hillside covered in the warm, encasing light of the sun. Trees, bushes and sky, a cerulean expanse that's never ending.



A small grey and fluorescent yellow shape sits on the side of a hill and a tiny figure is lighting a minuscule camp-stove to begin her day of endless climbing. Up, up and up.



The trees around begin to shake scattering golden and crimson leaves into the sky and swirling down towards the ground.



Up, up, up and away go the birds as the early-morning sun wakes them from their slumber forces them out of their nest, beginning their day. They sing and notes of deliciously soothing music float out over the hillside. Calming down nature.



Because sometimes you just have to stop and look.