A sleepless night. Around dawn when everyone has already gone to sleep. I hear the sound of wine corks being popped, cups being poured, and others have brought some home brew. Ludwig, with long furry lashes, a twitch of his wet nose and his clear eyes gaze at the silhouette of the mountains in the distance.

 

The quiet world and us. With him the morning doesn't feel like a chore. I always like our time at dawn. Let me stay like this a little longer.