Cologne. You step onto a lawn that tilts like a green sea and the city goes quiet. Gold and rust hang from the trees like well loved flags, their color steady in the soft light.A hush drifts in with a tender breeze and you breathe like someone tasting soup on a cold morning, slow and grateful. The horizon wears a veil of dew, and your thoughts keep pace with the grass, unhurried, certain, kind.
Joshua Campbell
Director