This Riverside Greeting

In spite of my efforts to solve the sewer-problem our day started with another water ballet. So no more showers until we know what the plumber finds out. I felt a bit dizzy, but we decided to move on, joining for a walk together downtown and look for some new views. W. is regaining her forces. First she went to visit the Eisenbahnerheimer Horses and the Pigeon House.


Later on you could see us walking hand-in-hand through the empty town centre. Bars and restaurants closed in deep winter sleep. Shops vanishing due to the crisis. Few people on the streets because of the dull grey weather. It could look as if we are the only survivers here. But we love to stroll our way around in our own mood and style.


Nothing of any importance or interest seems to go on. As we have plenty of time for each other, a passing bird, the ducks in the overflowing Weser river. The mud left between the cobblestones. And high up amidst the bare oaks and firs of the southbank hillside: the stern Huguenotten Turm  and the little, half hidden whitecapped Sänger Temple. You will see it one of these days. It evokes in me a longing for Schubert or a sense of Zen poetry.

Crossing the Weser bridge on our way home, there is this Southeast view towards the turning. A small sauna boat tries to catch your eye. But let let me try that different eye: you see those riverside trees,  of course, waving. This is our Riverside Greeting. And here we wave back heading for a hot cup of soup.