Sparkle in La Toussuire

7 am, the pinkish sky was awakening when I drank my coffee on the terrace of a wooden chalet veiled by thick sheer white snow. The ambiance was so calm and quiet that it almost felt like everything was as static as the long range of mountains in the background. The lines of their sharp curves in the horizon were bringing a graphical dimension both to an infinite mauve-painted sky and a bounded monochrome snowy earth.

1pm, the sun rose to its peak, spreading its rays all around this wintery scenery. The shadow of every tree and every little cottage embellished the ocean of flakes lying on the ground with great refinement. While the snow was sparkling as if it were made of very thin diamond powder, fir trees appeared to be greener than ever and mountains in full force of their mesmerising power.

5pm, the deep blue sky was almost dozed off when I was sipping my hot chocolate still observing the shades of this animated landscape. I’ve always found it fascinating that even through stillness, movement can be found; even through silence, noise can be heard; and even through shadows, sunlight can be seen. One should remember to always pay attention to both sides of the world, so that life can still be spotted in what seems to be endless inertia.