The Medal

I was told about a race — lost in the mountains where the Adige River has its source. I saw smiles and caught the fatigue. Long stretches of green hills, vineyards that seemed endless.
Day and night change like the landscape as the hours advance…. and eventually the mountains remain behind us and the smell of the sea takes over the
upper hand. But the river is always there, us, him, until the end.

The Ribbon