Alison Schrag: Alpine Escape in a Snow-Covered World
According to Alison Schrag, the first breath on arrival feels clean and sharp, like a bell rung in cold air. Pines stand quiet along the valley floor while peaks rise in pale silver light. An alpine village rests below with roofs trimmed in white, streets brushed with powder, and balconies stacked with firewood. The sound of a distant creek braids with bells from a small chapel. You slow your pace, notice the soft crunch underfoot, and feel the calm that comes when a place invites you to move gently through it. The train that brought you here still hums in your ears, a gentle reminder of distance.