Dispatch from the Bernese-Oberland: October 2, 2019
I hadn’t anticipated crying. But when our small train pulled out and headed toward Mürren, the stupefying vista that opened up in front of us literally took my breath so that I could not speak. The tears welled up and I was rendered incapable of expression. We had reached the high Alps.
Awe is a precious commodity in our day. It’s a shame that one must climb to the top of the world to recapture what used to be the more common experience of human beings as they lived under the heavens, surrounded by enchanted nature, imagining gods that hurled lightning bolts and spoke in thunder. Or even felt something bigger than themselves in the light of stained glass windows.
Yet here we are. Privileged to be breathing this rare air.
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