The early bird...
Something compelled me to go back down to the river early Sunday morning... I could have slept an extra hour. I could have stayed in the hostel to read about Swedish security policy. I chose to return to the river instead.
The river Rhine may not be the most beautiful in the world but it was deeply soothing. Listening to the twittering of birds, I wrote letters to the ones I love and felt my worries carried downstream in a swirl of autumn leaves...