On a Morning in August

If you wake very early, the mist still rests over the meadows. It is quiet, so quiet that you hear your own breath. The air is fresh and cool, settling gently against your skin. Then it happens softly. A first bird calls. Very cautiously. Shortly after, others join in – a small concert for the new day. In the meadow beside you, roe deer raise their heads. They stand there, almost invisible against the grey. A fleeting glance – and already they vanish into the veil. You pause. Listening. Watching. And feeling the morning unfold and grow. The light gently feels its way across the landscape, the mist begins to dissolve. It is still crisp. Yet you know: the day is already waiting. And it feels like a gift. From the Landloft, you can experience all of this. Simply step outside onto the terrace, let your gaze wander over the fields, and feel, for a moment, how peacefully a new day can begin. Special thanks to Larissa & Barry for this beautiful picture.