Unknown village in the distance passing away

It’s dark now. The evening of our arrival in the Weser Upland after a long travelling day. I stood outside breathing, inhaling that real fresh mountain&river air. I looked up into the sky full of bright shining stars- Cassiopeia very clear - ..what a gift I sighed, to step outside and find yourself in a vast space under the celestial dome full of stars…

That is the meaning of arriving here on the mountain hillside. Around the house the forest trees. In the valley down there in the dark the river is streaming. Some lanterns burning in the small harbour town. But there above you - just bend and bend your neck: all those stars...At the seaside which we left this morning, you have to go to the dunes or the beach, to see some stars. Everywhere in the city outskirts there is too much street lighting, too much fine dust in the air to see the stars in the sky. And only during the night it is silent. While here - you feel it immediately with all your bodily senses - you are staying at rest in connection with the whole living environment under that marvellous night sky, smelling the odors of the stony hillside bearing its forest.

Arrival here means being reconnected with a healthy environment. I will never forget the eternal gifts of the sea I love so much, that we must return every month again and again..But arrival here, you know...Meanwhile I try to feel back into the landscapes and skies we passed during our train journey. I have seen splendid skies, ugly industrial sites, small villages, busy cities. Too much to tell. And everything was passing away with the dancing electric wires along the railroads.

One picture remains. Of an unknown village in the distance. Its remarkable church tower, pointing to the heavenly sky. One wind mill pointing to nowhere, turning on the winds of progress. But all that is passed over now, passé défini. Tomorrow we will feel a new beginning, and quite an other new one.