On Christmas eve, we drove to Pegau, a forty minutes drive from Leipzig to visit the old, small village-like town. Pegau is famous for traditional wine-making since the early 17th Century. This trip I have deliberately avoided travelling to the West, meaning Frankfurt, Munich, London. The east, sometimes more unexplored, speaks in a louder voice. In a large city, we struggle to make our voice heard over the din. Traversing from one cosmopolitan city to another would have rendered my trip meaningless.
:: Sunset at Pegau. A star-shaped sun encircled in gold pierced through the dark silhouettes of the trees in winter ::
:: The white froths waves, like fingers snatching and pulling at the dark blue stream ::Geography can induce such joy at times. Half of the world is suffering from Man's mishandling of his own environment-global warming- all the more this compelling landscape inspires awe. Nature has a sublimating effect of making us feel so small, so tiny, so insignificant. At the same paradoxically, it magnifies our perspectives, enabling us to find (at least I hope to find), amidst such untrammeled beauty, more accurate views of human nature.
:: Giants in the making ::
