Smoke on the water? Well...nearly. Sort of. Oh, okay, let's call it steam. :-)
There are two pools at Schloss Pichlarn. One is indoors and a very fine pool it is.
But then, if you walk down a few watery steps, you come to a barrier. A pair of glass gates. And you wait until they recognise your presence and then they open.
I am quite alone. At least, if there are other people, they are ghosts. And it is so quiet here, so peaceful. Just the odd flute of birdsong. Just the sound of water slapping a slow rhythm of waves.
Yesterday the wind was playful - it blew the leaves into swooping dives. I thought at first they were tiny birds or huge brown butterflies. But no. And a rainbow arced the dip between two peaks.
But today the leaves lie exhausted. The trees are patient, still awaiting spring. Still. And I am still too. Floating, drifting, face turned to the sun. A chill warmth.