Warm Welcoming for the Traveller

I can’t remember where it happened. Looking out of the trainwindow I saw a man walking on the platform wearing a shabby shirt without sleeves. Some tattoos on his fat arms. I shivered. I had kept on warmly dressed on the inside, since the fierce Southwestern this morning had given us a chilly departure. But gradually it came out that at the borders of Westphalia a different climate had come to reign. And as we climbed up our foresthill from the trainstation, we started to put off jaquets and the like.


It gave a special welcoming feeling, sitting on a warm balcony, drinking your long desired “home” tea and stretching our feet, bare now. Inside the home the “climate” remains chilly. Wearing woolen vests and making tea will help before we cuddle under the blankets with a book and sigh deeply. Gratefull for this unfaltering passage. Outside the evening is still rather warm. Low over the Rheinhardswald in the almost cloudless Eastern sky a full moon is present. On the edges a red glow. “It looks as if he is growing,” she says after closing the balcony door.