Lauterbrunnen
Lauterbrunnen. You arrive where stone lifts like a cathedral and water falls in a silver curtain, breath cold and clean on your face.
The sound rolls through your ribs and you feel the day soften, like soup left to simmer until the flavors find each other.
The waterfall dances down the rock, step after step, and your pulse follows the rhythm. In that rhythm you taste relief, you taste possibility. The valley sets the table and you take a seat with both hands open.
