I am in Northern Germany where the daylight is brighter and lilacs are everywhere.
There is wind. Oh, there is wind. It rolls off the North sea in hair-lifting gusts, cleansing the mind and dervishing pink petals over the grass.
There is candlelight for breakfast and new birds to be found- kohlmeise and amsel and stork.
There are narrow roadways and very few stop signs and often, no limits to speed.
There are tears.
There are small deer and large rabbits and sheep. Everywhere sheep.
There is low German spoken o nthe right side of the table and high German spoken on the left. Sometimes both, in a single conversation, in the middle.
There is limbuger cheese (surprisingly good) and fish and fish and fish.
There are owls; carved, stuffed, painted and live ones flying off at dusk.
There are draft horses.
There are brick houses and thatched roofs and doors upon doors on the inside. Walk out of a room, close the door. Remember to close the door.
There are small refrigerators and composting is serious and nothing goes to waste.
There is, at times, English spoken and bonding with relatives not previously known.
There are full hearts. Brimming, loving and full.