Sometimes it’s the simplest things that hit the hardest.
Like catching sunrise from a mountaintop… watching the first light crawl over the horizon while everything around you stands still.
No noise. No phone. No Wi-Fi.
Just the smell of pine, cold air, and silence that feels like medicine.
It’s funny… the best sleep I’ve ever had wasn’t in a bed. It was in a tent — no signals, no screens, just earth beneath me and stars above.
We weren’t built to live in boxes or chase notifications.
We were meant to move, breathe, feel the dirt, climb for the view, and remember what being alive actually feels like.
This one’s from Col de Funtanella, south Corsica.
One of those mornings that remind you… less really is more.