Switzerland must have forgotten that it is summer. For weeks the weather has been drab. The sun only appears for brief moments before retreating again behind the clouds. At least today we can see the mountains. I was beginning to forget they were there. Nonetheless, there is something about the rain that is beautiful, something about the fog and the mist that's magical. The lack of sunshine has been opportune for reading and reflection and picture-taking.
Here's a few glimpses of the fairy-song of nature. I hope you can hear it.
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