Picturesque villages. When walking crowded New York City sidewalks, I sometimes consider pulling a Swiss "Under the Tuscan Sun" move.
Farm animals basking in open pastures. No crates, no cages, no lifetime jail sentences. Wondering why all farm animals aren't entitled to such freedom. Factory farming is a crime against the animal kingdom, and a black mark on humanity.
Marveling that even on the highest mountaintops, you will find places of worship.
Being blessed with a clear view of the Matterhorn.
Cozy alpine restaurants.
Swiss chocolate. Need I say more?
Forrest Gump, recalling the humbling beauty of our world, declared it was hard to tell where the Earth ended, and heaven began.
After a tram ride up, taking in the view from top of Lugano.
Walking by the lakeside at Lugano.
Taking the street car in Zurich, as I did often during summer vacations in my youth.
After a cloudy day...
the sun always returns.
The force of nature in Tori Amos' Mountain, "So the city spits you out, rejected. She'll be down when the mountain lets her go." Not wanting to let go of the mountain.
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