A village awakens.
For some reason the two of us have woken up nice and early at four in the morning these last few days. Like clockwork and I haven't yet figured out how she does it, but I sense a touch of Mausi about.
Once we got over the shock of seeing a four instead of a five on the dial, we made the best of it and started our day early. Nothing better than a cup of freshly brewed strong coffee before the sun sends its first minions through one of the windows. Even lazily meandering through the morning routine meant that today I was on the road at half past six.
Most of our neighbours gosh, possible most of the village like to sleep in, especially on a Saturday morning after a Friday night on the town. Anyway, this morning was another perfect reminder why we love summer so much. The air was a might crisp, the sky clear and the birds were tweeting gaily about the latest news of a murder of crows. Just great and I had it all to myself as I met nobody along the way.
As I started down Dorfstrasse, it was as if an orchestra was tuning in to give me a touch of surrealism for company. A window blind being hauled up, a toilet being flushed and the odd whisper of voices floating out of open windows. Good morning Eisenberg!
A couple of hares hopped in and out of a growing corn field while two bored deer were munching the morning away. They are so used to seeing a lone walker that they don't even lift one let alone four hooves to leap off. The dear not frightening the deer makes for a nice scenic walk.
A bit further along I couldn't help but notice the imprinted pattern of our collective need for speed criss crossing the early morning sky. Vapour trails of gargantuan proportions pointing the way to Vienna International...
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