I sensed this beauty in Switzerland once.
We were in Murren.
The Schilthorn and Eiger looked down at me – as I looked down into Lauterbrunnen’s green valley.
The air was cool, the sun was just right, and for a brief few days – the clouds parted and the sun shone down on everything.
If I remember correctly, I was 12 or 13.
There are some places so beautiful that just being there feels like falling in love. The further this road stretches away from anything man made, the prettier everything gets. Little cotton-ball clouds cling to the green hills when we arrive at our cabin near dusk.
–Jim Goad, Potatoes On The Moon