Bench by the Treidelweg on the Stör Canal

There are paths that lead nowhere – and that is precisely their greatest strength. The path along the Stör Canal is one of them. A narrow line through the landscape, marked by tree roots, protected by the shade of beech trees, accompanied by water that knows no hurry here.And then there is this bench. It doesn't stand in the way, it doesn't ask questions. It waits. Set between ferns and the edge of the forest, half wood, half moss, overlooking the shimmering green water that does little more than reflect itself. A place for all those who want to be still – or already are.You hear little here – the beating of your own heart, perhaps, the rustling of a bird in the undergrowth, the quiet intake of breath from the canal, which seems as if it could also be dreaming. Those who take a seat here aren't just sitting. They become part of a scene that seeks nothing because it has everything: light, foliage, silence. And the invitation to simply stay.You should come here more often. But you only say that when you leave. While you are sitting, you don't say anything.