In Innsbruck, beneath the calm sweep of the mountains, you drift toward the Triumphpforte as stone carries the warmth of a thousand footsteps and the morning opens like a fresh page.
Carved edges murmur and the day answers with friendly chatter.
You walk to the music of soles and engines, a score that folds the past into your pocket.
In this play of light and shadow your pulse finds a steady beat, and the afternoon tastes like hope.
Joshua Campbell
Director