From the House on the Hill, our gaze travels across the morning sky, caresses the rising sun, sweeps across the landscape, stills for just a moment on the mountain top and, on a gentle breeze, takes off on an adventure.
It continues fluttering around the landscape, brushes the butterfly’s wings, soaks in the sun as it sweeps the blossoming fields, slides between the lush green spruce trees, continues down the path among the meadows and listens to the rhythm of life in these scattered farms.
As the day slowly fades away, it senses the deer on its evening pasture, hears the sounds of tiny forest creatures and dives into the spectacular colours of the sunset. And when the gaze, pleasantly tired from the amazing sights of nature, travels into this little house, it feels like a weary wonderer returning back home.
A sky full of stars seen through the window, the crackling fire in the fireplace, the evening herbal tea… is all we need to drift into a peaceful, deep, relaxing sleep. In The House on the Hill.