Taunus

my heart raced when i found these pictures. i left part of me there, somewhere. in a small stone chapel. in a rough-paved uphill road. in far-off bits and pieces of a roman wall. in fields of green. in half-timbered houses. in a clear spring afternoon suddenly thrown into grayness.

i still think about coming alive that sunday, not so long ago, among those hills. which means, i still think about you. more so on gray days, and sometimes when i see distant hills from the window of my office building.