One of the last two weekly trips to the leadership conference in Jülich, before I'll change my place in the spring. As my colleague S. today can not take the car and sunny, but chilly weather is expected, I choose to train bicycle version. The ten minute battle with the ticket machine I win eventually. At least the train driver strike spared to train my GER-Baal. From there it continues with the repaired wheel, always on the edge Rurniederung along the way to Jülich.
Besides the cars, which, glittering in the sun, quickly rush past, everything is empty and quiet. The Big Country, not a soul at the door, no grazing animals out there. A lonely rabbit, a buzzard ended up plus a couple of crows, a dead squirrel on the median strip. Bare fields and trees, which puts the winter in the bone. A bitterly cold headwind, but I'm cold, not because I was well packed and firm step into the new pedals. On the afternoon back then chickens and geese in a farm garden, children in carnival costumes, Extensors at work. Loud chirping birds in the thicket, silent birds of prey on trees and poles, two wild geese and a heron in flight. Everything rushes over. The sun drenched the country in a warm, soft light. The tracks are lit. It goes home.
Besides the cars, which, glittering in the sun, quickly rush past, everything is empty and quiet. The Big Country, not a soul at the door, no grazing animals out there. A lonely rabbit, a buzzard ended up plus a couple of crows, a dead squirrel on the median strip. Bare fields and trees, which puts the winter in the bone. A bitterly cold headwind, but I'm cold, not because I was well packed and firm step into the new pedals. On the afternoon back then chickens and geese in a farm garden, children in carnival costumes, Extensors at work. Loud chirping birds in the thicket, silent birds of prey on trees and poles, two wild geese and a heron in flight. Everything rushes over. The sun drenched the country in a warm, soft light. The tracks are lit. It goes home.
