The fizzy air of the end of August moves the treetops of the spruces, slowly. The smell of wood, forest, resin, and pastures is intense. It’s almost evening, the herds are resting. The last cowbell rings softly in the distance. Filled by the melting glaciers Flowing, unstoppable, to the valley, the river’s thundering is strong. … More The Microscope: preview excerpt #1