The best things in life aren’t things.
Art Buchwald
We walk past the clay pit turned into an azure lake.
Before there were excavators, now fish are swimming.
We walk past the weir and the yellow owl house.
The owl house because the owl chose the chimney as a lookout point.
Looking for the bird, knowing that it found a nice box without smoke.
Wandering along lakes with shoes disappearing in leaves.
It is October, Autumn is here.
You don’t have to travel far to experience magic.
We are carrying the magic inside ourselves, though it needs to be rediscovered occasionally.
Small children don’t look for magic. The magic lives within them and they are surrounded by it.
Their world is full of trolls and dragons, castles and mountains. Tigers, lions and brave knights. Not necessarily in that order.
I met a young Spanish couple in Jægersborg Dyrehave. They looked so bewildered, that I asked if I could help.
Did I know the way to The Eremitage Castle? I pointed out the direction. They asked me if there was anything else I could recommend?
I told them about the very special Hawthorn that grows on the plain.
And about a place nearby where many people from Copenhagen were buried back in the 1800 due to a cholera epidemic.
And about the deer, I met the day before and while I told them about the nature I noticed the difference in their facial expression.
As if they woke up.
The woman spoke softly in Spanish to her boyfriend, and pointed up into the treetops. It was the ravens.
Their scream and busy life, tells about the fall.
The mood is suddenly magical.
The silence, interrupted by screams of the ravens, the roar of the stags and then silence.
And while we look in between the trees, shadows come alive.
Sometimes it’s a deer and sometimes it’s just fantasy.
Fantasy is magic.
The way they thank me when we part tells me they’ve just regained their magic ❤
I know! I shouldn’t complain.
Not after Irma or the devastating monsoon or the terrible forest fires.
But something has changed in Denmark, at least this year.
Large amounts of rain is about to set the record for the wettest summer in living memory.
Therefore I found the poem by Juan Olivarez very suitable:
At first I couldn’t get enough,
Now I just can’t make it stop.
No rain in the desert that was rough,
Around here there’s no dry spot.
It’s been raining everyday,
Since I came back to my home.
The sunshine just can’t seem to stay,
Hurricanes and storms, won’t leave us alone.
I like the rain like everyone,
But it’s been over done a bit.
We’ll need a boat before we’re done,
I’m about to throw a fit.
There’s a fish just swimming by,
Waving his soggy fin at me.
All I could muster was a ‘hi’,
From my perch up in the tree.
Juan Olivarez
Yesterday was a wonderful day by the seaside.
An unexpected summer day.
The eastern light our spires touch at morning,
The light that slants upon our western doors at evening,
The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight,
Moon light and star light, owl and moth light,
Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade.
O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!
T.S. Eliot
The Glacier Pasterze next to Grossglockner, Austria really is worth a visit.
We had enjoyable hours there years ago.
Take a look at these brilliant photos from Grossglockner High Alpine Road: Grossglockner
Viewed from above, Pinzgauer Lokalbahn in Salzburg looks like a model railroad.
The train runs between Zell am See and Krimml
Explore Pinzgau: National Park Hohe Tauern
“The journey is the goal”.
This is how the waterfall path in Krimml is presented, and the path is indeed a goal in itself.
Stunning views and enjoyable exercise.
Krimml Waterfalls has a drop of 380 meters and is located in the National Park Hohe Tauern, Austria, near the border to Italy.
We had a wonderful climb along the waterfalls years ago and ended in a beautiful mountain valley with flowers all over.
Take a dive in The Krimml Waterfalls
It was a birthday present to my friend. The hike in Austria. I was responsible for the logistics. The train ride was with a sleeper, a return trip Copenhagen – Munich.
To be honest, it was a bit tiring to find available hotels, checking time tables, get a solid map so we didn’t lost our way in the mountains etc.
At a point I decided for myself that I needed some relaxation before returning to a busy everyday life.
So I let go of the attention to time and timetables. Only for a couple of days or so. That’s all!
But on the train ride home towards Munich my friend suddenly asks me what date it is.
Would you like to check the tickets, I ask.
I’m aware! We lost the train in Munich, we are a day late.
As a whole the trip was a success, and I will write one more post from that summer.
I got the inspiration to this post from Steve Hindley:
ACROSS THE RIVER, TO ANOTHER WORLD
HANNA'S WALK 
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