Autumn has graced the landscape of Switzerland. I descended into a cool morning of fog twisting around red trees and a temperature of about 8°C. Marc collected me from the airport and took me along a languid drive home through the fiery forest.
I am going to be in Switzerland for the next three months, exploring the landscape, but more importantly, exploring work opportunities. That’s three whole months to delight in the change of the seasons, hiking the mountains and exploring the corners of the local forests. I can taste adventure already.
Autumn has tainted the mountains and the towns around Zugersee, Switzerland. The Zugerberg and the Rigi that lie opposite the lake have a warm, fiery glow. The blue tint that normally dressed the Swiss landscape has now turned to red. From my heights, I can see people mozying, weaving between each other wrapped in scarves and beanies.
I took a walk in the park I call my home to see how the season affected change.
It is no wonder that this is my favourite season. There is something wistful about it, about the trees dressed in red, a chill in the air, mist tangled in the mountains, and the pink hue around sunset. The forest path smells like fresh earth when kids scuff up the leaves with their boots. Couples are bundled in love and knitted wear, with a puppy bouncing around their toes.
I sit in my kingdom and watch the world around me change. A soft drizzle drains the sky of colour – but the red autumn remains.