It's Still Life

25.09.23 Driving South Along the Mosel River

7:25
Fog licks the morning in curls, and rides like wingless birds on grapevines. Hushed on terraced steps. River reflections that come for solitude. This is the Mosel River.

8:00
The old church tower is a spike into time. We are small. Solitary. Rising essence of water, we are this.

10:45
We’ve lucked out with the weather, I say. He nods and says, I think that’s a Swede driving ahead of us. Slow as pissing pokers. The queue behind us disappears around the bend.

10:50
We pull aside and a queue of cars pass us. We’re in no rush. We flow with Mosel. It’s beautiful to live in this moment.

11:45
We pass through Cochem’s old toll house. Church attached to it. Spire as high as heaven. Life’s toll and tolling.

13:26
A man on a yellow motorcycle with a dog in the sidecar passes us.

15:55
A fisherman drops a line into the Mosel’s deep and dark. Perch mostly.

16:20
Grapevines cling to rock cliffs, held there by incantation.

22:17
Goodnight. Thank you for your good company. Home tomorrow.

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