Alone at Southwest Window

A remarkable morning it was. Walking downhill together to the trainstation. A warm and tender goodbye before and as the slow train to the West would leave. Bringing Willemien in the direction of the Northsea. Leaving me in wonder - not in any mood of sadness or nostalgia - looking long after the vanishing NorthWestern. Then, hearing the birds singing, feeling the rain drizzling down, I decided to open up this day with a lone walk Westbound. Feeling good about our parting.


Breathing in the wet wind I reached Southwest Window. From here we could sit on our “Abendsitz” or walk alongside the river the sideway to Würgassen. As it started to rain I took out my umbrella and climbed down to the waterfront to take more photos. I saw foamy dirt floating  on the river. No ducks, herons or cormorants. Even no dogs walking their masters.  Better mount home now, I thought. Espresso is waiting and a lot of homework to finish.


Meanwhile W. was moving on to the West, catching in time all her connexions. Exept for the last one in Holland. She had to make a detour before arriving safe and sound. The delay was due to a tragic trainaccident. Everywhere the world of normality falls apart, is destroyed in deadly krisis, destruction, disaster. And as humans we have the chance to upheld, prevent and restore, rebuild  the potential or real ruins.

Its our human task, destiny to dedicate our heart to this kind of restaurative help to our neighbour. To consolate and to share the sorrow of those who suffer in their loneliness. Without sufficient deep perspective. Out of touch with your ground of being. And what would you need to restore that fundamental contact? Something more or different than a fresh wet breeze, looking over the river at Southwest Window?