The Swiss mountain ranges take your breath away. 

Each peak and valley sing tales of grandeur and beauty. 

Every yodel an aria. 

Every speck of snowflake a chief guest. 

Stars seem brighter and the air ever so crispy. 

The sharp edges beguiled me the moment I reached landfall at Zermatt, a sleepy ski town in the shadows on the Matterhorn. 

This beautiful moment above captured by Chris is super surreal and even that doesn't do justice to the Swiss prima donna of peaks.

But for now, I'll happily stare at it from the other side of the world. Sans frost bites...