A Quiet Morning
June 5, 2026 · Lucerne, Switzerland
The day broke clear and cold, the kind of air that seems to rinse the world clean. I walked up the hill above the lake before breakfast.
The town was only just waking. A few bells. A few birds. And that extraordinary stillness that comes only in the mountains.
I think often of how small one feels here. Not diminished—rather, put in proper scale.
The lake does not care for our plans. The mountains do not notice our ambitions. And yet, there is comfort in that.
To be unimportant in such a vast and ancient world is to be free of much anxiety.
Read a few pages of Marcus Aurelius on the bench by the water. His steadiness is a kind voice in these times.
The light is always there. Sometimes, we just need a quiet morning to help us see it.
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