The Wolves of Brandenburg

Erwin Journal Entry Part 3

Journal Entry part 3

From my brother I may have learned to love the sky, but it was from mother that I learned to love the earth and music. Long wilderness walks while my father the Colonel was away were the meat and drink of my early childhood. With her golden hair and jade eyes she seemed more like a magical forest creature than an officer’s wife. If she was with me I was always safe no matter how dark the woods might become. I often dream of the day my mother awakened my love of the violin. Vivid dreams that embroider on my waking memories quite a bit, giving the trees and animals an effervescent quality that border on the surreal. Even my mother looks different in the dream, her daytime features a faint echo to the terrible radiant beauty that suffuses her in my dream.



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