WALK IN THE SOLLING FOREST,

in the morning. So many birds were singing and flying around the trees, so hopeful suddenly. After some time it started to rain, softly at first, a kind of snow, and that made return the same way as we came.
Later some blue patches in the sky.
In the afternoon I walked to the horses and on my way there met the two swans, standing near the river. On my way back they flew above my head, they made several large circles abobe the Weser and eventually came down with much noise in the midst of the river. The pictures I took from their flight I found amazing but yet too much zoomed in.

My haiku:

The birds sing the sun
Nearer from behind the clouds
The rain the answer

And the french proverb:

It never rains but it pours.




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