To places I’ve never been, I’ve never seen, I’ve never expected myself to.
This season of Spring is usually the representative of rejuvenation, renewal and regrowth. Cherry blossoms bloom and wild flowers find their ways parachuting in the air, finally landing on a random plot of grass. They added colours to the healthy green grass, a brand new perspective of vibrant colours compared to the snow white of the previous Winter season.
They say Switzerland is simply a large, lumpy, solid rock with a thin skin of grass stretched over it. I nod my head in agreement with that. But this Spring, the thin skin of grass has another layer of wild flowers, yellow and white atop of it.
This was a view I couldn’t stop gasping for breath at, it was such a breathtaking view. It reminded me of the quote “Send me things in the mail. Wherever you go, I don’t care where you go, just send me something in the mail from where you are.” It was a postcard right before my eyes. So far it has only been the postcards featuring Switzerland’s natural beauty that had me fully believe that they are possibly not photoshopped.
When I went down the slope to have my photo taken, I felt so small in this world for a moment. But I wanted to still be remembered by someone.
Looking at where I’ve been this Spring, taking a short train ride and ending up in the Bernese Oberland, climbing up and strutting down in this small steep country and all I see are large brown hotels and houses built the cuckoo clock style.
It’s probably the same view I’m snapping photos of, however, they might turn out different because of the lighting, focus, angle. It’s the same old things – Snow-capped mountains, green grass, blue skies with white clouds so near to me. But these same old things are what kept me falling in love again and all over again with.
This place called Switzerland, where I’ve spent nearly one and a half years, calling it my another home.
How are you enjoying this Spring, wherever you are?