Whims

I strolled to the Münstermarkt today,

It was barely 9am. No crowds, just a light buzz of activity from the vendors setting up.
The morning breeze, the friendly guy who said good morning with a wink, the elderly vendor with her gnarled fingers and back bent, packing up the wares for an early customer.

I bought some flowers.

Doesn't it look like there's a pretty bow right in the center?

Ah, mornings like this.
Surely it is no longer epiphanic, that simple days are also beautiful days.
The Bächle are flowing once more. 

(: Cher