listen to the birds

The park is a mass of trees here, on the steep slope from the town walls behind the Fritz Koenig museum. The path climps up this slope in sepentines, at one point a gallery out of wooden beams guides the walker around an outcrop of stone cliff. The breath is very short, the lung infection at Christmas is still causing distress. Further lung infections are just not needed.

There is a park bench there, take a break, sit down, listen to the birds. The town is quiet, and there are very few walkers in the park. In the distance there is the sound of an ambulance horn, or maybe it is a fire brigade.


Later on, at the top of the hill, pass yet another Fritz Koenig sculpture and then go to the viewing platform, look over the virus-silenced town.
This is a reasonable start to the day.