The zing is the intuition that excites the senses, the spark that ignites the imagination, the action that precedes the idea. The zing is that quiver you feel when the clouds rush by, when the river sparkles in the sunset, when the city lights envelop you in an embrace. The zing is unique, but it is different for everyone: for those who love to breathe the mountain air, for those who hunt for stores in the alleys of Verona, for those who seek quiet in country life.

And you, of what zing are you?