Sometimes it is the little things.

I was coming home from a long day at work, walking from the bus stop, wishing my cold was gone or that my leg was feeling better, that my project was smoother or co-workers more interesting. You know, the normal blah blah humdrum things.

There was a guy walking ahead of me, wearing a full suit, fancy shoes, someone you see often in Zurich. He had paused for a few minutes looking up at the sky, the only reason I really noticed him. Then he turned and walked off ahead of me, up the small incline around towards home. I noticed he was walking really close to the end of the path, almost running into the high grass which was almost hip high now.

I wondered why he would want to get grass all over the suit, and then realized he was trailing his fingers through the tips of the grass. With a smile on his face.

This image has stayed with me all week, and been a source of limitless simple pleasure 🙂


About adventuresunplugged

The world is a really cool place. I moved to Zurich almost three years ago to start my PhD, and have really enjoyed the different opportunites living close to the Swiss alps offered. This blog is about some of my adventures, climbing, mountaineering, rock climbing, traveling... life in general! Wow, haven't updated this bad boy in some time! While the above is still true I have gone on to finish the PhD, so that is Dr Unplugged to you. I also have landed a job in Switzerland and will be shortly moving to Geneva. Clearly I have some adventures ahead left to explore with you guys along for company!
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