Last night was the first proper night of spring in Cluses. Rain, thunder, and that distinct energy in the air that is literally electric, pumping life into the earth after a long winter's slumber. With the rain, colour has been injected once more into the world; blossoms in striking shades of pink and yellow and the grass a vibrant shade of green up in the alpine meadows. The waterfalls that were a trickle in winter are now gushing to feed the new life sprouting everywhere. The seasonal rhythms in France aren't far off of Canada's, so it feels like a piece of home.
Before the rain came, myself and my roommate Fiona went out on what might well have been our last snowshoe of the season. That being said, it was patchy; it felt like every half hour, we were either strapping on or peeling off our snowshoes, as the snow sticks to shady areas, and was completely gone from those areas that see a lot of sun. All of the hassle was worth it for (once again) the view from the peak. No matter how many times I climb to a mountain top in the Alps, I'm still stunned by the beauty.
As usual, at the top there was a cross. At this time of year, with Easter around the corner and spring in the air, it represented for me a celebration of life and renewal. Happy Easter and lots of love to all of my family and friends!
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| Zig zag to the top |
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| Fiona at the top |
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| Cross |
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| Still going down |
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| Statue of Mary in a grotto along the way |
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| Almost home |
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