Every time I return from a trip, I return to what I still believe is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I miss this place whenever I am away traveling, be it on paradisal beaches, in picturesque mountainous landscapes, or in the world’s most fascinating, bustling metropolises. This spectacular yet peaceful view of the city’s skyline with all the old housetops – the cathedral and the domes of the Bundeshaus standing out – in front of a seemingly endless chain of snowy Alps. It still takes my breath away over and over again after all these years and immediately evokes a feeling of home and belonging.
Walking along the shore of the lake, no one’s around. We’re all by ourselves, confronted with water, wind, and weather. Everything quiet, except for the sound of cold rain. Big drops – too many to count – falling down the sky, breaking the surface of the water. The beauty of stillness, the absence of action.