They stand hand in hand looking to the Alps.
Reflective and oddly calm, she says, “Up here the world is crisp and clean. You and I can talk without the madness of society getting in the way…Don’t you love the way the snow sits upon the mountains, yet the sun still shines and it isn’t too cold?”
He pauses for a few moments to breathe in the crisp air, “It’s beautiful for an Autumn day…the light, it’s welcomed here and not despised…I could live in this country…”
She looks to him and smiles, so he adds, “The sun feels different in Australia compared to Switzerland…Perhaps it is weaker?”
She squeezes his hand and he kisses her forehead, as she responds, “Yes…it feels fainter…let’s stay a little longer.”