It’s almost alchemical the ways that these not so ancient peaks and glacial valleys transform matters of day to day life that intrude and distract us into various and loftier missions. Here today, for example: On a long trail above Mürren, through pastures, in view of Eiger, Mönch, and Jungfrau, beside herds of belled cows. A picnic in a field of Alpine flowers of smoked meats and fresh bread and fruit and good Emmental.
Tonight, despite the blue skies, rumors of a storm so it’ll be fondue, good Pinot Noir, and Kirsch.
It’s quiet now except for twittering.