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On our first night in Potsdam it was still warm. We had the windows open, and actually had some glasses and a bottle of wine unpacked (thank you!), and I was swaying to Neil Young’s Harvest Moon and then of course Van Morrison’s Moondance, in view of the amazing full Harvest Moon that brought us here, and that’s when we heard it: a big old horn blowing long and drawn out on a riverboat passing… right down the street from us. Magic. Mystic.

Van Morisson: Into the Mystic

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don’t have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don’t have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic

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