What's the trick, she asked, let me see how you do it. He looked at the old woman and thought no way you can do it.
It's an old ceremony women can't take part in, he answered but I will make an exception for you if you pay me 50 euros.
She thought long and deep and thoughts "he's a thief" but on the other hand, he didn't know who she was and that money no longer played a role. Fine she finally said and saw the greed in his eyes but decided to ignore the guy.
Is it hygenic, I mean that horn?
The hornblower shrugged sais she couldn't expect him to disinfect the horn each time because it would damage it with the chemicals besides it was always in the cold so germs wouldn't live long.
She nodded and after she took a deep breath the most beautiful tone escaped the horn.
The gods in in the sky smiled and Father Winter did as well as he listened from a distance while he sat on an icy mountaintop.
A slight smile appeared on the face of the horn blower and he after a long pause: ma'am you are a natural talent. Look what you did and as she look into the direction he pointed at she saw there was light in the darkness.
Midwinter the longest night had passed. There was hope and the days would last longer.
Thank you,for the experience she said, this was the last think on my bucket list. As he accepted the money she fell on her knees and before he knew she had passed away. All that was left was her body. Her soul happily floated away following the sound of the horn.
17.12.24
#pic1000 is hosted by 
