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I wish you could see and hear what I see and hear right now. It was a breathtaking scene walking on this solitary, frozen snowy road to the village. Straight out ahead of me, the moon was high in the sky embedded against the inky blue velvet darkness. Its lunar halo so defined and clear, shimmering with a brilliant brightness with a few clouds passing over its face while it cast an illumination on the path ahead of me revealing patches of bare and treacherous icy glaze on the road ahead. It was the first time since I arrived that I could see the spectacular rugged backdrop of the Bavarian Alps in the distance, highlighted in a moonlit black and blue filter, I could see its snowy peaks and crags crystal clear in the distance. The crystalline blanket of snow sparkled in its glow, as it covered the rolling hillside. Blades of grass peeking through the surface could be seen waving in the evening breeze. As I walked, I let the tops of the blades of tall grass brush against the palms of my outstretched hands, wanting to feel every blade of reality in this “heavenscape.” As I walked, I savored the sweet wind song that laughed through the branches of the trees and heard another distant hollow cuckoo call. The village ahead was lit with a pure golden lunar glow highlighting the great onion shaped dome of the cathedral. I could hear the growing laughter of water from the river as I neared the village and as I reached the bridge that crossed into the main square of the village, the bell tower suddenly illuminated with a warm light and the bells began to sweetly clang as if announcing my arrival. O’ Night Divine, O’ Night Divine! I crossed the bridge sliding and skidding across heavy planks covered in compact snow and ice underneath my feet, stopping halfway to look at the river rushing under the bridge and admiring the highlighted gush of water and watched it shimmer in the distance as it led to another part of Heaven. I was surprised by the presence of a deer leaning its head down to drink from the river upstream in the opposite direction. Just as I start to cross the bridge again, I caught the sight of a man in the distance of the village square waving and smiling. Surprised, I wave back and call out “Hi!” and quicken my steps across the bridge toward him calling out “Who are you?” I can see he is smiling and ask, “What’s your name?” when I suddenly slip on the ice and catch my balance grabbing at the capstones of the stone guardrail, I let out a shout, “Auuuuughh!” and disturb a flock of White Storks nesting on the roofs and roosting in the trees at the river's edge. It was a spectacular but startling site to see the great large birds taking flight from the trees and roofs, with the cacophony of clattering bills and the whooping, sweeping sounds of their great wings. As they scatter and circle the village overhead, I look to see where the man in the distance was, but again...He vanished. I felt a growing pang of perplexed bewilderment at this man’s elusiveness and walked on from the bridge looking around to see if I had missed him anywhere as the birds began to settle and return to their roost on the roofs and in the surrounding trees. I managed to cross the slick and icy bridge and continued up to the village. I was in awe of this ornate medieval village. The village was very welcoming. Shops were adorned with cedar boughs around the windows and doorways and little blinking lights that added a cheerful light to the evening. Even in the evening dim I could see the side of one building was lit up with a gas lantern and had a huge Lüftlmalerei, a type of elaborate and vibrant facade typical to villages in Bavaria, along with painted murals, and ornately painted houses. Several of the buildings had what looked like elaborate and ornate medieval wrought iron hanging signposts attached, identifying various merchants. One had a leaping angel holding a basket with a sleeping swan. It was a pastry shop. Another had a lean hound leaping forward to an eagle's head holding an elaborate wreath, it was a merchant sign for the Hound and Eagle public house. Another looked like 2 portly chefs arguing over a cauldron in their tall chefs' hats, it was a very quaint, upscale restaurant. One that touched my heart was of a cat reaching down to steal a pancake from the griddle of a young girl in a cap and long apron. It was a crêperie and made me think of Lil’. I passed each cottage in the village a gas lit lantern came on as if guiding my path. I smiled to myself as I passed one cottage and could smell the delicious and comforting scent of something cooking. I even thought I heard brief bursts of conversations, laughter and music. I came to the end of a row of cottages when another light revealed a new sign pointing across the village square to the cloister of the cathedral. The sign read: ℌ𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔫