In which the weather clears and I am amazed

I have been in Switzerland now for eight days, plus five when we made our pre-move visit in June.  In all that time it had been too cloudy to see the Alps.  Sure, I could see the outlines of nearer mountains, but the real Alps remained hidden from me.  I'd begun to wonder whether they actually existed or were some vast hoax, perpetrated via Photoshop.  The Spouse assured me that they were there and that someday I would see them.  But the best I could hope for, it seemed, were distant, mysterious hints:

Then, yesterday, the sky gradually began to clear.  Not all at once, but in stages, like a courtesan shedding layer after layer of gauzy scarves...

 

And, then, this morning when I woke up THEY WERE THERE!

And, as it was a Saturday, we mounted our bicycles and rode along a quiet protected bicycle path beside the Lorze River, to the edge of the Zuggersee to get an even better look.  

We could not help but feel amazed at, and grateful for, our great good fortune to be in this place at this moment in our lives.