In the eastern embrace of Switzerland lay a quaint town cradled by rolling hills and the Swiss Alps. The girl, raised in the simplicity here, felt the call of distant horizons. Leaving behind her rural haven, she embraced the world’s cities, their cultures, and their adventures.
Years rolled on, and the city lights dazzled her eyes, but a piece of her soul remained tethered to the green green meadows. Amidst urban craziness, she carried tranquillity in her heart. Once upon a time, she visited some fields and thought about her roots.
Beneath the sun’s embrace, the girl ran through the meadow, the wind a gentle caress on her skin. Amid nature’s symphony, she rekindled the forgotten melody of her youth. Her worries dissolved, replaced by a profound serenity.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the landscape gold, the girl paused, gazing at the hills. And so, her spirit renewed. The girl left the field that day. No longer bound by the city’s hurried pace, she carried the wisdom of her origins—the memory of a meadow where the wind whispered freedom and simplicity against her skin.
Pictures: Paco Grafie
Clothing: Antica Sartoria Positano by Giacomo Cinque
Shoes: Camper
Headband: Fumbalinas
