I'm hiking, leading a small group, up a steep hill. It reminds me of Switzerland, especially when we arrive at a hillside village. But I think somebody tells us not to stop there, to keep going upward to the end of the road. We keep going up, and the road doesn't end, but it is blocked off with a rope or chain, and to the left there is a trail, so we follow that a hundred yards or so to a cabin.

We proceed to unpack to bed down in the cabin, and somebody points out this glass display. It occupies almost a quarter of the room, with two sides of glass. It has a lot of twinkling lights and strings, which if you look at it from the right angle, forms an image of a bridge. It's very artistic and beautiful. Somebody tells me my dad made it.