04/11/2026
Some guests come for the peaks. Kirtida Parsotam spent her stay watching what the sky did to them.
Cloud spilling over the ridgeline at last light, slow as poured water. A long white bank parked along the escarpment by mid-morning. Pink catching the edges of a storm as it settles over the summits. A single plume sitting on top of Mattehorn, in no hurry to leave.
In the Berg, the sky is never quite finished. It rearranges itself all day, and the mountains wait underneath.
📸 Thank you, Kirtida, for looking up.