Enzianhütte. 1107 meters. I sit still all day and look outside, waiting for the Snow Mountain to show its peak. But it won't all day. To the left I can see Hohe Wand, High Wall. If I close my eyes I am there already.
In the evening the fox returns. He sits in the kitchen window and stares into the dark. He doesn't mind us talking. He leaves again without making a sound.
I look at the salt stain in the shirt I wore yesterday. There he is.