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High in the Alps, where the scent of ancient wood mingled with the cool morning air, we slept as villagers used to—on a bed of natural straw, the rustling of the branches blending with the warmth of woolen blankets. The bed felt like a piece of nature itself, as if you were sleeping on top of the mountain's memory. We awoke to the music of rain tapping on the wooden roof, a soft but deep sound, almost a whisper. We sat by the window, watching the mist drift across the hills, then ate a traditional Swiss breakfast: oven-baked bread, aged mountain cheese, fresh butter, cranberry jam, and herbal tea scented with mountain lavender. After breakfast, we went out into the yard to let the cows out into the wide pastures. The rain was still falling lightly, painting a glistening layer over the green grass. The cows moved silently among the hills, the sound of their bells echoing through the mountains like a declaration of a new day. After a while, the rain gradually stopped, and the clouds parted to reveal a golden sun that illuminated everything. The light reflected off the raindrops clinging to the grass, making everything sparkle like tiny glass beads. The air was filled with the scent of wet earth and the fragrance of wildflowers that had begun to unfurl as soon as the sun appeared. We wandered through the meadows, picking wildflowers and wild plants: purple hollyhocks, mountain sage, chamomile, and raspberries growing near the rocks. Butterflies and small beetles flitted about us, as if all of nature had begun its daily celebration. As evening approached, we returned the cows to the barns to milk them in the traditional way, while the sun dipped behind the snowy mountain peaks, painting the sky in enchanting shades of pink and orange. After we finished, we released them again to continue their day among the fresh grass, amidst the sprawling green meadows enveloped by the silence of the mountains and the cool scent of the forest. Here, life unfolds as nature dictates: slowly, truthfully, and in perfect harmony with the seasons. A life not guided by time… but by the mountain. Swiss countryside Sleeping on straw simple life Alpine pastures Milking cows