Dr Murks went outdoors. From the window the weather seemed nice. The weather was nice. But there was something different than yesterday. Something different. It smelled different. Yesterday it was just this moisture-rich autumn, everything falling - the leaves, the rain, the mood.. Today it smelled as there were small ice-cubes in the air. It smelled like winter, winter was already opening the door.
Dr Murks feels the need to leave. To migrate to the south. To take the stock to the south where the grass is greener, the sun gives more energy and the milk will be more nutritious. The time is near when Dr Murks leaves all active projects unfinished, half-eaten bread to the table and half-drunk beer next to it, half-knitted socks uncompleted... Dr Murks takes the rucksack and walks away.
"And Dr Murks would just feel joy,
when you sometimes see the Moon and wonder
that only the Devil knows, how Dr Murks is doing..."
Dr Murks feels the need to leave. To migrate to the south. To take the stock to the south where the grass is greener, the sun gives more energy and the milk will be more nutritious. The time is near when Dr Murks leaves all active projects unfinished, half-eaten bread to the table and half-drunk beer next to it, half-knitted socks uncompleted... Dr Murks takes the rucksack and walks away.
"And Dr Murks would just feel joy,
when you sometimes see the Moon and wonder
that only the Devil knows, how Dr Murks is doing..."
2 comments:
Like Dr Zobel once said in a lecture: "Homo Sapiens would only be the crown of the world, if his hair would conduct a photosynthesis and he would be able to fly to Mediterrian (or Carribean) every autumn like a crane"
Is Your hair green also, Dr Murks?
Green hear... I feel my hear can indeed conduct some sun-energy. There are no other reasons why the sunny days are so enriching. Still, they do not look green..
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