A dancing cloud

The cloud was like a long and thin string of unrolled cotton batten skimming along the entire length of Lake Geneva. The cloud was almost transparent with peaks sticking up like the way you test to see if egg whites are whipped.

The water glistened, as if diamond dust had been sprinkled evenly across. The Saleve and mountains were clearly visible against the bright blue sky.

I was on my way home after dropping my housemate at the airport. By the time I was at the other end, the cloud instead of resting on the water was about ten feet above the lake, still shimmering.

Beauty is no stranger in Switzerland, but even after 16 years, there are new phenomena that startle the eyes.