A grey and almost ghostly town that the snow sometimes dresses in white, a white cloth that heals, comforts and makes landscapes brighter.
And here I am, on holidays at home.
In this place I used to call “my place”.
That town that saw me growing up and escape.
La Chaux-de-Fonds, 1000 meters of altitude in the chilliness of the swiss mountains, 15 minutes from the French border.
Empty streets and icy pavements.
My childhood…
Back to the roots.
I’ve just spent two weeks of cold, meeting with my people, family dinners, snow that I hadn’t seen for so long, rediscovering of all these places I used to like so much.
My first Christmas with my family in two years. It is nice.
It seems strange.
Everything changes.
I’ve learnt that going away also means burying the past.
That even if you think everything will be the same when you come back, you’ll never find things as you left them.
So you learn how to enjoy the present time, live today as if it was your last day and enjoy every snowflake.
Now it’s time to move on, but without forgetting what made you.
Thanks little Switzerland, my country, the one I know and understand like no other…
January 2014
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