I remember with joy the distant face of an old friend, unexpectedly sighted among thousands passengers on the dirty concrete of a platform.
I remember with pleasure the finding of a lost lucky charm, directly coming from my childhood, among billions odds and ends in my old room.
I remember with emotion the howlings and yelps of my dog, Tracey, when she saw me in distance from the balcony, last week, coming home at Champoluc from Milan.
I remember many sad and beautiful things, too aching to be listed here, brushed for a moment and then lost forever.
Among days of rain, storms, timid sun and clouds, my beloved Alps bestowed me to cast sidelong glances at their hidden, powerful beauty.