Walking in the woods one day
I met a man upon the path
A stranger coming up the hill,
We paused to talk of this and that,
And then we went our separate ways.
|One of the many side paths.|
|A neglected sign. I did my best to clean it with hanky and spit.|
|- under the green stain Beethoven's fading words:|
"Holy! holy! . . . sweet stillness of the woods!"