Project 2, And I muse on Snow, Moments Of Life With A CsV

The Dolomites, UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2009 and considered by many the most beautiful mountains in the world, an incredible place where to be enchanted by the beauty of the landscape, a place to get lost in silence to listen to the sounds of nature, a place I wanted to visit with you my little wolf ..... To pass a different weekend and I Luthien, which I also call Musa, we went together to 'friend Alex, in Trentino, from the Dolomites of Passo Rolle, at 2000 meters high. It is late winter and the muffled silence of the woods with abundant snowfalls, makes it all so peaceful and quiet, it seems that in these mountains the weather does not take effect .... and thoughts in mind multiply ..... I try to live a symbiotic relationship that now I realize I have with my wolf, very simply, without intruding in its nature and dog without forcing it too much to learn and direct controls in my embarrassing for her ... I let our relationship grow stronger every day more and more throughout the time we spend together that in fact is the total view of the good fortune of being able to keep close to me during the entire working day. Then there are the trips around the world and weekends like these that actually unite us even more and keep us in contact as brother and sister. The respect and love for each other I think they are the basis of all the human-dog relationship. As we walk a path ghost the tranquility of these woods, it allows us to relax mentally and to live fully the nature. In fact, everything here seems to be in balance, nothing has been created for man or a wolf, all of our universe seems to respond to hidden harmony that makes everything perfect. The last 48 hours have fallen about 90 cm of snow and Musa limps fatigue but it sure is fun and it has felt a real wolf for some time! We go out of the woods where there are laws forwarded anti hunting and I remember a little story of Aldo Leopold, a U.S. environmentalist, I am narrating; We reached the old wolf in time to watch a fierce green fire dying in her eyes. Then I knew you account and never forgot, that his eyes were talking about something I do not know, something known only to her and to the mountains. I was young and in the throes of itching to pull the trigger, I thought that fewer wolves meant more deer, that no wolves would have been a hunter's paradise. But seeing that fire die, I felt that neither the wolf nor the mountain agreed with me. We walk in the snow on a dirt road continuing to the side of what seems to be the arrival of a long ski slope and finally reach the point of Passo Rolle ski pass just in time for us to pull at the flight by a powered vehicle very interesting ... After a short exploratory walk admiring the cimon the blade part of the Dolomite Group of Pale di San Martino, we stop playing blessed cool and I enjoy watching Musa almost disappear into the deep snow. It's a beautiful full moon night, we want to enjoy the tranquility and silence of the night passing some time to relax in the tent, again with clear, waiting to go to sleep in the shelter that we will be hosting this night ... Another day together, another night with you goodnight