Doug Mayer

Living in the Chamonix valley, I have often thought of my friends in Italy over the past few months, as the epidemic raged. I would look up to Mont Blanc and pause, thinking of the suffering just on the other side of the peak and wishing I could do something about it. I knew it would come here, and now it has—as it has elsewhere across the globe, too. In doing so, it forges a sense of fellowship out of shared suffering and loss—the saddest kind, for sure, but perhaps also the strongest?