Today, as I realise that we have, finally, after weeks of greyness and haze in the distant landscape, a clear sky, I am reminded of where I come from. From the spot I usually sit at in the library I can see the Alps beautifully stretching out from east to west, and I would look up from time to time – more often than I’d allow myself on grey days, anyway – and just gaze fixedly at them.
Not that I’m a mountains person. Even though I’ve grown up surrounded by mountains at the point that sometimes I couldn’t see further than a couple of kilometres, any interest I might have had in climbing and hiking had faded away as soon as I was old enough to decide for myself. Still, mountains remind me of home and it would just feel safe to look south and know they’d be there, even beyond the mist and the clouds and the rain.
Today is a clear day and I can see all the way to the Alps, but really I’m looking beyond, I’m looking at the other side where I’ve spent most of my life.
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