Zurich, Bahnhofplatz

Zurich.

You step into a street scored with tram lines and the day greets you with the soft clatter of wheels. 

Trees stand like patient ushers guiding your gaze to the carved arch ahead as the Swiss flag lifts with a calm breath. The tream eases in and the crowd folds around you. Luggage rolls like distant thunder. Shoes tap a metronome that keeps time with your pulse. 

In this black and white light strangers read like chapters from a book you already love. 

Every face carries a destination and every glance offers a clue to your own.