Cycling Trip by the Donau in a Parellel Universe

The whim silently became surreal that day 

thanks to the great grey-white river;

something like fairies whimsically out on a weekend flying trip
out of nowhere finding paradise.

The clouds and chill started by teasing, soon became friends,
the rented cycles beneath us became little chariots,
while the whole scene covered in pure misty spray
conspired to become heavenly.

We willingly became part of the kind river,
flowing along with it, along with giant freight-boats
slowly flowing with their men,
along with the trees and shrubs,
wet earth and road and fallen white leaves,
along with the tiny sheds, the clockwork dam,
pretty houses and the glorious castle on the way,
tinily drinking in the kindness surrounding us

so that soon enough,
laughter and beatitude was flowing
out of us along with misty breath,
and we felt something truly unforgettable.

We felt like lost fairies.

Till, of course, we returned.