Now in appearance there is nothing unusual
about that title: I often walk to the village for coffee and almost always take
a morning walk whilst in the mountains.
This morning’s walk however was unusual in
that I had just barely gotten up myself when my housemate appeared all dressed
and with her camera, announcing that her husband had gone back to sleep but
that she was going for a walk.
After the week that we had had, it seemed
like a good idea and I asked her to wait whilst I quickly threw on some
clothes.
What a wonderful idea: from the ducks where
we caught one “wife” chewing the ear off her husband (we named that the
couple’s gathering) to the mother with four baby ducks (late for them as well,
so we imagined her as a single mom), to the schools of “wanabe”-perch, one lone
fisherman as well as one lone teenager diving off the pier, then on to the
shadows on walls and the beauty of flowers in some of the lakeside mansions it
was delightful. The last bit of loveliness was coming across a man playing his
homemade flute – happy in the early morning to be able to pour out his thoughts
in music.
All that and good company, talk and
laughter as well – a great way to start a day.
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| our lake pier |
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| swimming in the shallows |
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| an out-of-season baby duck |
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| Lake bird in all his glory |
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| shadows on the wall |
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| Observing his territory |
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| spotlit flowers |
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| Our poetic flute player |
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| Cheerful colors |
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