We squabbled over directions in the car on the way over, puzzled over cryptic road signs, windows rolled down so that the air blew in with gusty breaths, tousling our hair.
Finally, we found a place to park in front of the local Krankenhaus (a most appropriate name, considering it's function!). The car doors were flung open and we began our wander.
The city, obviously bursting with civic pride, had filled every available crack in the pavement with pansies, their little faces shaking with laughter. The sidewalks were lined with bright red tulips and yellow daffodils, nodding and bobbing as they gossiped with the wind.
MDH toted a pretzel that was bigger than his own head, and I had a bread roll sprinkled with poppy seeds. We made our way through the city, betwixt the magnolia trees laden with spring blossoms and the painted gables of houses, towards the park, built on a wall overlooking the lake.
Our trail of breadcrumbs made us quite popular with the local inhabitants of the park, and they began to gather round us, twittering and bowing, fluffing up their feathers with importance.
It wasn't too long before we had them eating out of our hands.
Then, we looked at the sparrows playing hopscotch along the gravel path. We looked at the wild dandelions that grew carelessly yellow in the field. And we remembered not to worry about tomorrow, for each day has enough worries of its own and nobody can add a day to their life by worrying.
So we smiled and made an decision - if we are going to fritter our hours away, we are going to do it by enjoying what we have, not by worrying about what we lack.
I swear the sparrows winked at me as we left that park.