Switzerland is probably not a country which inspires poetry, romanticism or rhymes.
But when the real winter arrives and the snow is falling, even in the grey Confederation, some inspiration can come…
Steps on the white,
arms to the night,
light, dark, white, black.
Wait for the moon…
It’s already the sun!
OK, I know. It’s probably much better to look outside of the window and just keep quiet, enjoying the silent fall of the snow and the white landscape!