A Quiet Morning in Transylvania

A Slow Walk at Sunrise

I took a walk through Transylvania this morning. As the sun rose over the foothills, the meadows around me were cast in a soft, golden glow and the last patches of snow began to sparkle softly in the light. I made my way through frost bitten orchards, past sheep, who stood and stared as I passed.

The Power of Silence

The silence was what was most breath taking. No birds chirping, no people talking, no cars or trucks or trains or planes to be heard. Just the silence of being in the middle of nature.

Life Between Seasons

I walked past an old shepherd’s hut, cold and dark, waiting for the summer days when these fields would be green and lush, ready for the sheep to fatten themselves up. I tried to imagine what it might feel like to be here when more people were here. But decided it was best to push the thought from my mind and enjoy my time here while I could.

Nowhere to Be, Everything to Feel

The foothills rolled on and on. Somewhere over the next ridge there is a village, but I am in no hurry. I will take my time. The day is young, and I want to enjoy all of her beauty.