Storm Boris has finally passed, leaving behind a tranquil paradise as we find ourselves camping in a stunning meadow by the Ybbs River, about two hours outside of Vienna. It’s hard to believe that just three days ago, this very field was completely submerged beneath the swollen waters of the river, which had burst its banks with a wild, untamable force. Now, however, the flood has mercifully receded, and we’re left with a lush, green sanctuary—a soft, grassy meadow that feels like a gift from nature, perfect for both camping and working in peace.
The sun beams down on us, casting a golden warmth over everything it touches. It’s the kind of day that makes you forget the chaos of the storm. The air is warm but not stifling, with a gentle breeze carrying the scent of wildflowers and fresh grass. The meadow seems to hum with life, as if grateful, like us, to be spared from the storm’s wrath. Last night was something extraordinary. As we sat by the campfire, the International Space Station passed overhead, cutting through the vast night sky like a giant glowing bug, moving with such precision and brightness it felt almost surreal. It was as though the heavens had opened up a window just for us, allowing a glimpse of something larger than life. The station’s light was sharp and intense, standing out against the deep velvet of the night sky, and for those few moments, it was as if the world had paused to watch it pass. To make the night even more magical, we were blessed with a full moon. And not just any moon, but a moon so luminous it seemed to climb gracefully out of the shadows, rising slowly over the hills in the distance. The way its light spread across the landscape was like a soft whisper, gently transforming the meadow and the hills into something out of a dream. If you take these photos I snapped and amplify them tenfold, you might just begin to understand the sense of awe we felt as the moon rose higher, bathing everything in a pale, silver light. It was a scene of perfect serenity—a moment that felt almost otherworldly.
Above us, we continue to hear the distant rumble of jets, their silhouettes crisscrossing the sky on their way to and from Dubai, London, and beyond. It’s as if we’re camped beneath an aerial highway, with planes streaming overhead like a procession of steel birds, coming and going from the corners of the world. There’s a certain rhythm to it—a reminder that while we’re here in this quiet haven, the world keeps moving above us. And so, here we are, in week 20 of this journey on the road. Each week brings something new, something different—a storm, a flood, a meadow reborn, the infinite sky above us. It’s moments like this that make you feel alive, truly connected to the earth and sky around you, reminding you that even after the fiercest of storms, beauty and calm will always find a way to return.
