It’s… surprise in a routine, fun in boredom, the little flames that never go out because they’re lit, again and again, out of hope, a warm joyful feeling and a wish to share.
Not an obligation.
Peace comes dropping by, uneasily, after pleas and sighs.
Nor has it to be a struggle or a war.
Pleasing then, at first sight.
(A few days in rural Germany – Bavaria, early 2013)
It has many birds in it, and a few warmhearted voices. It goes up and down, before leaving. A bit like a bird, flying away because of a cat when spring is all over winter skies.
“My eyes were in my feet…”
– Nan Sheperd, The Living Mountain