I stood there. Just stood there.
The wind whipped my hair into a cool-looking mess. The cold seemed to eat through my wool “Artic-Territory” jacket. My hands slowly grew white, like they always do when exposed to degrees lower than 50. My feel slowly became wet as the snow seeped through. I
pulled my scarf tighter, trying to keep it from following the wind. The voices of my family, tourists, and who-knows-what-else blended with the wind. Cameras snapped. Snowballs whizzed by there and there.
Still I just stood there.
The view was captivating.
I was standing on the top of mountain overlooking Aix-les-Bains. It was not a particularly beautiful day…cloudy and cold.
But the view…
Before me were the mountains in the direction of Aix-les-Bains, Chambery, Grenoble, and Italy. Some higher than others—some with clouds surrounding the peaks and others cloudless. But all were a beautiful blend of snow capped peaks, autumn colored forests, blue sky, cloudy sky, and sunshine.
It was breathtaking.
It was glorifying.
Little moments like this make life worth living.
