Late December 2020 in the northern range of the Swiss Alps.
I crossed the line.
What? Which line?
Did I stop wearing a mask?
Did I stop supporting local populism?
Did I walk the wrong way on a one-way-street?
No.
I stopped seeing winter as cold, naked and heartless. I stopped seeing winter as death to be abhorred.
Having moved this year from Florida to Ohio, this post struck a particular chord with us. There was a fresh snow overnight, and it is beautiful.
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I wish you all the best for 2021, and hope you stay safe and well so that we may enjoy and be inspired by more of your landscapes.
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To all visitors…thank you.
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