How beautiful it was, this morning in May.

Not cold, just cool - a bit... and the damp wind, which covers hair and clothes.

And white cotton wool, that lays 15 feet deep in the hollows.

5:20am - for about half an hour we are standing on this little hill, looking east. We know, by now it should spend us its light, and should begin to warm our faces.

Five minutes later it appears out of the haze. And a little wonder takes its course. A sharp horn breaks through the mist, followed by a thin stripe, which is curved and becomes thicker. And another five minutes later, we look at a moon, which is none.

How beautiful such moments are - especially if one can share them with a beloved person. We were standing there hand in hand and were delighted about our first joint sunrise, which had been such a special one. Because the moon had been kissing and embracing the sun.

This little hand in mine. Finally he had said: "Thank you, daddy."

And then this four year old kid embraced me...

like the moon did with the sun

on the 31st of May

in the year 2003

at 5:30am

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