Austria and Prague 2019 - First Morning in Prague

I sit on the balcony of our room in Prague, a fleece jacket over my p.j. shirt provides a little extra warmth. It is mid September. The morning air is cool. The sky is the light gray of early morning. Increasing blue holds the promise of sun later in the day. I look out over the city. The spare, stark lines of the tower at the rivers edge below me contrasts sharply with the richly ornamented buildings across the street from it. Spires rise from the skyline across the river. Blocks of Baroque facades line streets that stretch out from the park below me. The castle stands on a hill high above the city, the home of a king placed where he could survey his realm like a mother hen overlooking her brood. The sight represents hundreds of years of history, thousands upon thousands of lives and their untold stories. Clouds of gray, their edges white streak across the lightening sky. Joggers cross the bridge over the river before following the curve of the sidewalk and continue down it's opposite bank. I deeply breath in the cool morning air, begin to stretch muscles and become awake and aware after a deep restorative sleep. Flocks of birds cross the brightening sky. They are too high and far away to tell if they are large or small, they appear as flickering black spots moving towards unknown destinations.