New day enlightening the invisible

Opening the curtain this morning I saw the thick Mist-”Dragon” crawling through the Weser river valley. Further on over the Diemel valley, there too, a thick long, stretched floating mist bank. Clouds in the sky and Ah! Surprise: the Moon in the South West. So, what could I do else than wait outside for the unfolding of some unpredictable light-changing scenes.

It was an undescribable and powerful protracted drama. That slow turning of the wheel of changing night into day. Like a ceremonial changing of the guards. Simultaneously: the fading away of the moon and the last patches of the night; And in all its splendour and freshness: the new beginning of this day.

Below: the white stony world of the rivertown still enveloped in slumber, half lost in between both slow floating mist banks.

Soon after I had brought my pictures inside and leaving again for exercise and walking, the blue sky vanished behind heavy clouds. Only to show some of its clarity halfway in the afternoon. Just long enough to read some lines, write this short journal and sip my tea in an outside deck chair.

Meanwhile a chilly wind goes through the branches of the Old Oaktree. A dog barks. The tits and blackbirds are silent. My heart is smiling as I wonder how steadily time passes and the light falls as the ending of this marvellous day slowly enlarges its shadows...