Big mountains move and excite my soul. The Alps rise up around Geneva like great fortress walls. Narrow passage by train gives entry to the enclosed and rarefied valley of Savoie. Winding roads course upward into the sky as diesel power carries us. Arrival at Valmeinier 1800 is blinding and glorious, the thin air clean and pure. Smiles and long-awaited hugs suffuse the bright evening with warmth and happiness. Sugar-white snow blankets stone hulking peaks all around, everywhere. Time knows no friction here. There is no drag. 1,2,3,4,5,6. I count the days as they dawn and breath but never fear their loss. I only know them as they are. Alive and full of joy and real love and breathtaking beauty.
We are home now, and though the air is surely thicker and time much stickier with its own conflicts, our life glows with the memory of pure and fine experiences on high.
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