On a cold winters day, walking along well trodden alpine paths, tired and alone, my muffled footsteps and frozen breath my only companions, I experienced a moment of beauty.
Walking along a narrow path I suddenly paused, admiring a magnificent cathedral spire. A mere moment passed as a cyclist raced past, oblivious to my presence. I thought to myself, “Another narrow miss, welcome to Freiburg, city of cafes, bächle and mad cyclists.”
The light shower of rain settled over the cobblestone road leading into the heart of the city. I was struck by the elegant beauty of my surroundings. Alone in my thoughts, the silence manifested a powerful impression as vivid as the scent of winter’s rain lingering in the cold air.