A Morning in Colmar, France

I woke up early, with a sense of urgency in my bones. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 6:10.  I was feeling spontaneous, the dangerous kind of spontaneity where I get ahead of myself. I looked up the next train to Colmar, leaving Basel in 18 minutes or else I’d have to wait a few hours, and my flight from Switzerland was set to depart at 4pm later that day. It was now or never and there wasn’t a moment to waste!