Returning to Goettingen I notice how green it is here, compared to the urban vistas of Amsterdam, and the sound of the birds in the trees. In the evening I sit at the table on the balcony of my room, despite the cool, finding acceptance of what is. I feast on cheese and a bowl of simple salad. Raising my eyes, I catch a sky of light cloud that reflects the last rays of the sun in shades of gray, yellow and pale blue, between and beyond the thickening foliage of the tree.
