Embracement

Stil feeling tired from yesterday’s Deiselberg tour. Do not give in to that little ego, that wants to hang in a balcony chair. I said to myself. Ask her what she plans to do...She would not know, she replied. What about making a little walk over the bridge to see if the sheep are still grazing out there?


Si, it was my idea. And we walked over the riverside meadows. And we saw a swannestling at the other side. And we saw the small herd of black sheep on the other riverside. And we passed Fisherscabin under its Oak. Now from this side of the river. And we saw lots of hoof traces and sheep shit. But no sheep in sight.


Until we reached a point - called Wiesenfeld, where the Weser will turn sharply to the South. There is the last crossingpoint to take one of the foresttracks back home. So we let the sheep in their realm of invisibility and started to climb the dark, muddy forest track. Some trees had fallen over it. It had been a long time ago since we passed here for the last time.


Storms had damaged many old firs. Rather messy all around. Foresters have been at work higher up, but down here it looked neglected. Without my usual map ready at hand it was more difficult to orient ourselves. But in the end, we could hardly fail or err. There are signs you follow and finally the forest path changes its face into a familiar one.

So again you come home late, tired, wet. Without meeting the sheep, a bit disoriented. But with this strange feeling of being struck by this wonderful arborial embracement, pure natural eros.