IN THE MORNING

we brought Mischa to her train, not suspecting that her connection in Hannover would not work at all. She waited hours in the station and at five o'clock the only possibility that was left was returning to us.
But even that did not work for part of her journey. We are now thinking how we can fetch her and where! Due to the storms the worst case scenario is at hand.
My picture I took in the early morning, geese were flying above the hill.
Probably I will not catch up today.

My haiku:

Traffic comes to a
Standstill, it is dark already
Mischa where are you?

And the proverb:

De trappen van het stadhuis zijn glibberig.

Translation:

The steps of the townhall are slippery.