LONICERA FLOWER

at the Bad Karlshafen station, while we were waiting for the first of the trains bringing us back to The Netherlands. We travelled in the mist till Altenbeken, after the tunnel to it, suddenly the sky was wonderful blue. Leaving the hills and moving through Rheinland Westfalen to Duisburg and further still.
A quiet journey, all the connections simply dealt with.

My haiku:

Paganini in
My ears for violin company
Transit in time and place

And the french proverb:

Everything goes to her/him who wants nothing.

I am not the one to judge this proverb, I think sometimes it works like that, but when and why? Have to come up with an example of this.