Contradiction of Nothing

'Pensar em nada'.

The expression always made me smirk a little. I guess to me, by its very nature, to think is an act of creation. It is, a something, if anything - a contradiction of nothing. It is a verb, movement, and in this sense a bit like saying you're moving to a stop.

An acceleration, of sorts.

I guess these little gems of irony shine a little brighter if you think about them while walking home through the ridiculously cold  idyllic meadows of the Swiss-French countryside.

Could you spot them, as we go for a walk?

As you leave the house and try to clumsily turn the key with your gloves on, you take a moment to appreciate the mantle of quiet that's fallen around you; it shows you just how loud your condensating breath really is.

 Look up.

What color do you imagine the sky is? You almost ponder not turning it on, but that first song on your mp3 player always seems to sync your steps to your state of mind. While you walk through the roads that follow moss covered trees and bridges over small creeks,

Were would your thoughts drift to?

This is of course, my way of thanking you, the hand behind my back that's pushing me forward, and reader of these lines. Family, Friend, Lover, you are indeed the best parts of me, the inspiration and support of my growth and of all that I will accomplish. I wish I could tell you just how fortunate you make me feel, but I'm sure you already know just what kind of look I would give you if I was saying this to you right now..

So as my way of saying thanks, all I can do is take you along these walks of mine, as we explore the frontiers of CERN, Geneva and my feeble ability to learn how to ski and speak French. 

After all, you are the reason I'm here.

Pics on the next post, promise! till then, random geneve pic :3