Snow for the Geburtstag. Who would have thought? We sat inside a warm Italian restaurant, and when the flakes began drifting though the lights outside, the normally staid Berliners erupted: “Das ist unglaublich! Was ist das!” Apparently this is earlier than usual.
We, however, wandered home through the cold, running after the few flakes we could find. I made a snowball from the bits that were sticking on the Mauerpark bridge, and threw it at Aimee, the first of the season. It’s lovely today, by February we’ll certainly be hating it. But yesterday we went shopping for warm coats. We kin take it.