Weekend Wanderings- Zurich

A few weeks ago, when trees still held their leaves and skies did not threaten snow, we spent an afternoon in Zurich.  We were, as always, too loud and too American.  Zurich was, as always, neat and tidy and quiet.  

I’m learning to appreciate the quiet. It allows the things that are too often missed; waving flags, nestled pumpkins, and creeping red, to speak above a whisper so that I don’t have to.