Epiphanius

Outside the front door of the house that is home now observe that the church spire is caught in the sun despite the frozen haze today. For those who believe, it is the feast of the Epiphany, a holiday here in Bavaria. The day of Melchior, Kaspar, and Balthasar, the one time three kings of Orient, the last holiday of the Christmas and New Year cycle.
There is an illuminated star hung from the end of a flagpole over the corner of the street. It was put there by one of the neighbours, and is a simple object of beauty. It glows red in the shadows of the alley.
This is the morning walk, a short stroll around the old town, an attempt to avoid the warm comfort of home, and to enjoy the frost ot this chilly morning.
There is the pedestrian bridge over the Isar, the bridge of the lovers padlocks. Be careful there, the wooden planks are slippery with the frost.

And in the corner of the park, an evergreen shrub with its leaves gone frozen deep green with the ice riming the edges of each leaf.
It is a pretty day, but a day that is not going to go anywhere.