The first thing I do every morning is open the shutters and give the countryside a good look from my bedroom. And a good look it is. It is purposeful, intentional, deliberate, for I refuse to become used to the fabulous view. It is somewhat different each morning, of course. But there is something I enjoy ever anew, especially on clear and sharp mornings, like today: the projection of Motovun on the Mirna valley below. As my windows give west, the early sun throws the town’s shadow quite some distance away. The earlier, the farther. The ramparts and the tower are always there, etched on the fields and woods that stretch toward the Adriatic, which is cobalt blue today. The storm yesterday afternoon cleared the air again, and the view from my bedroom window was marvelous. As I got up rather early, the town was projected far, far away. The projection was crisp. And I gave it a good look once again.