Washed in refreshing greens, the morning arrived. I greeted the morning with smiles and eyes full of gratitude. And then without wasting much of my time, I dressed up and rushed out of my room to relish every bit of the morning glory. I saw tendrils of mist were streaming over the Great Smoky Mountains afar under a cobalt sky. The moment aroused a whole orchestra of emotions in me. So I decided to spend some time contemplating with a cup of coffee at McKinley Edwards Inn in Bryson City, my refuge at the time.
I often have a feeling that afternoon are meant to be lazy, and if it is late summer and it happens to be a Sunday and you are taking a stroll by the lakeside in a small French town, a cup of coffee in one of those romantic small cafes is just too perfect.
When the Sun shines after a heavy snowfall, even an ordinary roof top or a barren piece of land appears extraordinary. And when it happens in Switzerland, an extraordinary landscape becomes sheer poetry; a magic.
These are the days of delight as well as dread. New country, new home, new paths and new ways of life are creating a layer of intrigue inside, yet craving for the shores of Lake Geneva in Lausanne, Switzerland. While my mind was busy in a continuous process of attachment and detachment, I went to say hello to the Pacific in Santa Cruz, California.
On an afternoon in midsummer; two souls, in love, reached a crossroad.