A return to the country visited as a kid led to Hautes Fagnes / Hohes Fenn or the High Moors, in Belgium.

In the eastern, German-speaking part, close to Eupen, presence and memories mingled

Thursday February 27^th, winter arrived, a rare guest this year

The snow creates silence, when it falls

Most sounds in the landscape are absorbed, and trees bear heavy white loads, branches bent

A shed is a hide-out for memories

And only when the snow is melting, returns the sound of water

Nearby, dripping from branches or roofs, at distance, the sound of the rivulet running down-hill

the stream soon retarded and widening into a bassin

Then leaving around the corner

Text and images (c) Drager Meurtant, February 2020