Vuoren erakko

In a high Alpine valley the sun slides behind western peaks, casting a silver lake that shivers under the last golden light. From his modest hut, the former keeper of a meteorological outpost watches the world below: bustling villages, distant St. Jakob, and the steady rhythm of harvest. Though his leg remains half‑healed, he has chosen the mountain’s stillness over the bustle of towns.

Loneliness drifts in with the evening breeze, carrying whispers of a life once shared with his beloved Abigail. A restless inner voice tempts him with visions of Paris, Naples, and distant courts, but he rebuffs the lure, determined to record his own story instead of fleeing. He spends long winter evenings compiling weather notes and musings, hoping the pages will capture the transformation from a lively youth to the solitary Ahasverus of the heights.