Fin...

A another mad dash for a train. Heart pounding and out of breath. Racing along the Rhine in the pre-dawn hours. A layer of hazy fog lays softly over the city giving the landscape a diffused dream-like quality. The sky the color of a ripe peach. And the sweet voice of a melodic song in my ear.

Slowly a blood orange fireball rises over the hill in the east. I can't recall the last time I watched the sunrise. As it claws it's way higher into the sky, it wraps itself in powder white clouds that stretch out to infinity like a royal cloak of some mythical sky god.

Spring has come to Switzerland. Everywhere is see flowers in bloom and surprisingly dozens of cherry trees whose white blossoms ironically make them appeared covered in snow and frost.

A yawn escapes my mouth and I realize how so very tired I am. But it's a type of content exhaustion because earned by living life as fully as I could, at least for a short while.

Originally Chris was suppose to take the train with me back to Zurich, but we decided it was unnecessary. He was obvious tired and I didn't mind a solitary hour to reflect.

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