Flughörnchen

....the rows empty, the light is turned off, and it slowly becomes quiet.... You can only hear the rustling of the trees and see the flickering light of a candle casting bizarre shadows on the old stone walls. Wonderful is the scent...

This is called vacation now, the sun is shining and there is chaos in the house. Hammer drills, angle grinders, and all those nice devices are doing their job and stealing my well-deserved peace, turning the house into a major construction...