Far in the distance
The bells ring
Echoes are heard in the valley
Mountains roar in response.
Wildflower
Warmth of the sunshine
The alpine soil flourishes
Violet rising
Pathways
Sometimes a path emerges that looks strange
Unconventional
It is unclear where it will lead
If anywhere
Should you take it
Turn back
Circumvent it?
Create a new path
One that takes you
Where you actually
want to go.
Blossom
To dreams
that come true
To endings
that are actually new beginnings
To the bud
that becomes a blossom.
Sylvie: A 60-word story
Born to an Italian father and Spanish mother
Her heart and soul raised in the Swiss Alps
I never realised that as a woman, I would have so much to carry on my shoulders.
Hair messy, eyes wild with laughter
It is good we came here, to mix things up a bit.
She closed her eyes, warming them in the morning sun
Val d’Anniviers
White sprinkles
