Beauty, Light and Peace: Zitadelle Petersberg, Erfurt
There is something less sinistre about early than about late. The empty streets seem less lonely, the dark inky blue sky less foreboding. There is a wonderful silence here, anywhere, early on a Sunday morning. A moment when your thoughts are loud and undeniable. It’s cleansing. Even the cathedral bells striking 7 times, seem only to enrich the quiet, deepening.
I saw the North Star today for the first time, I was so sure. She glistened out at me reassuringly and she glowed. Is it a sign?
A week ago, when feeling lost, I found a special place: Zitadelle Petersberg. I sat there quietly and I listened. It was dark then and I was fascinated by the absolute black in the east and the warm blue in the west. It was clear that the sun was there, even though I couldn’t see it. I am there again now but with a slightly different purpose. I am here to see Erfurt wake up, to see it greet the sun with grace and to see the peace it brings. There is beauty here and the sun, it rises.