The thing about being among the mountains is that your gaze is constantly drawn upwards. At first, it is the snow-capped peaks that catch your attention. Eventually, your sightline extends past the peaks and to the clouds, floating among and above the snow caps, like delicate sculptures floating in the air. And then, past the clouds, the empty expanse of the sky, blue and grey—the color depending on the day—and seemingly endless. It is this sense of endlessness that makes me love being in...
