LIGHT OF VERBIER

The chill in the air is sharp and moody, tinged with a bite that awakens the senses. The sun emerges slowly, making its grand entrance like a blessing cast down from the heavens. Clouds drift like silent arbiters, striking a perfect harmony between the mighty mountains, flowing rivers, whispering forests, winding ski lifts, and the blanket of snow that cloaks it all. I never want to leave this place.