The Sun was just rising and the first sunrays reached the summits on the other side of the valley. The wind blew and carried dark clouds from Italy into the valley, and the white heads of the cotton grass were moving in the wind. A little further behind me stood the camp stove, heating up some fresh water from the river for a morning tea. And I was standing in the creek, while the cold and fresh water flowed around my shoes. A beautiful, relaxing morning in the Alps.