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Clickety. (If you're blind like me.)

Goethe's famous lines from Faust were the first to cross my mind when I made it up the low hill.

It had taken us five days to go for a walk through the fields behind our new home. We had landed at the Munich airport almost a week prior and had spent the worst of jetlagged days half-asleep and dealing with paperwork, applications, and appointments with everyone from city hall to banks. During all this, we drove all over trying to pick furniture and locate normal household things - a vacuum cleaner, garbage bins, cleaning detergent.

We had nothing with us but several bags when we landed, since we had just fully-engaged in an international move from Canada to Germany. It. Was. Chaos. I could see the fields through my kitchen window, but hadn't even gotten close to finding the pedestrian-bike path towards them until what felt like a month later.

Since global warming had started revving its engines, the valley where I now live in Bavaria has been wracked with random, hot, sudden rains and weather during the summers. It was humid when we landed on August 2nd, an intense difference from the cool sea air Vancouver offered. On the day we finally set out towards the fields, there was a strong wind, forcing the grass to bow in its monstrous path.

Wide, gaping green fields spread out as we started down the path, which was dark, grey, and wet from a recent rainfall. It shone in this new post-rain light in a desolate way. The sky was murky, and the clouds a curly-dark mass just beginning to disperse to let some light through. A stout line of shaggy deciduous trees to the left of our path sat across a field of sentinels to the right - tall corn stalks growing tightly against one another, like tired commuters in a cramped bus after a long work day.

In the distance below, a smattering of white, brown, and red specks drew up a cluster of homes amidst the green. A scattered collection of cows grazed quietly in their vicinity, not too far from a creek that cut the fields beautifully as we walked. The cloudy day made it seem cold, silver, and polished. Almost deadly. We took a trodden earthy path further up into the fields at an incline. The wind here blew with free will, battling down the overcast sky.

Here, I got my first view of the valley I would be living in with its now blue sky. My shoes were already muddy and my hair had been blown out of its tie.

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Clickety. (Ditto to above.)


Posted by Treensbert 15:27 Archived in Germany

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