Flam; The Enchanted Valley

There is something magical about this place. You see, it's not just one enchanted moment, mystical sunset, or spellbinding babbling brook. It's as if Mother Nature took a wand and sprinkled this valley with magical dust. It's in the way the crystal clear water runs unending over grey rocks and boulders that are as old as time. It's in the sound of the liquid as it babbles then roars as it makes its way out into the fjord which seems to sit ever patiently waiting for it to arrive. It's in the way the sun mixes with the wind and drifts through the fresh green leaves of the trees making them

dance, glimmer, and gleam; first twinkling yellow then shimmering back to forest green. It's in the way the sprinkling of yellow daffodils, which permeate the valley floor, fade; losing themselves in the far-reaching meadows. It's in the sound of the steel wheels on iron rails as the Flambana Express chugs down the tracks and into town. It's in the way the sheer cliffs reverberate the long shrill sound of the mighty train's whistle; at first echoing then slowly

disappearing into the Fjord. It's in the distant roar of the water falling from high above as the melting snow cascades down the mountainside. It's in the way the water on the cliffs shimmer in the afternoon sunshine; like tears of joy on its face because it knows how beautiful it is. It's in the smell of spring; fresh-cut grass, apple blossoms, and jasmine on fence posts which hangs in the breeze so thick you can taste it in the clean, cool mountain air. It's in the way dawn sneaks into your consciousness and you awake to the trilling of the songbirds; the music of the forest. Or maybe, just maybe, it's in the fact that mother nature is at her best when she looks upon this valley with her golden sunsets as if looking into her lover's eyes and knowing this is a love that lasts forever.