the historic karlsmühle ( an ancient mill ) in weimar. on the second christmas day, before i headed home to wiesbaden again, my parents and i went for a final walk in weimar. it was a short one that lead us from weimar along the river ilm to one of its outer quarters, tiefurt, and back. it was a cold and grey day, but i remember not minding at all, rather enjoying the chill and taking in all the bare nature. when the trees are stripped off their leaves it clears the view on your surroundings, reveals formerly unseen buildings, opens up perspectives that you wouldn't probably see on a summer day because its hidden underneath all the green leaf dresses of the trees. while winter isn't my most favourite season of the year it does at least have some benefits i can appreciate and that is one of them. getting those undisguised insights. discovering the raw beauty when every natural attachment has rotted away and uncovers cracks and moss and decay, highlighting patterns and structure...
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