Sometimes the special lies in the simple. And sometimes reflection begins precisely where the path becomes perfectly straight. The paved bike path near Krahnepuhl is such a place – not a postcard image, not a tourist hotspot, but an invitation to let go.
To the left: old cobblestone remnants, dormant memories of bygone times. To the right: fields as far as the eye can see, under a sky that seems to stretch in all directions. In between, a narrow, perfectly laid-out strip of asphalt, made for steady footsteps and the slow wandering of one's thoughts.
The power lines running parallel to the path give the whole an almost meditative structure – like bar lines in a score of wind, light, and expanse. The landscape is barren and open, but never empty. If you look closely, you can see movement: a hawk over the field, the trembling of the ears of corn, a cyclist slowly fading in the distance.
There's nothing to distract you here. No curve, no vantage point. Only your own rhythm, the hum of the tires, the creaking of your thoughts.
The bike path near Krahnepuhl isn't a destination, it's a journey – and that's precisely what makes it precious. Those who ride it don't discover new things, but rather essential things: the power of the straight line. The calmness of repetition. And the joy of simply riding on.