Posts tagged with ‘berlin’
December 4, 2013
A Winter storm is brewing out there. Blowing in from Greenland. The news said there’d be snow on Friday. The first snow of the season. That kinda excites me as first snows tend to do.
It’s been raining all day, but for some reason I like it. Icy, cold rain hitting my face. It’s wakes you up.
My breath was steaming out my mouth today. I felt like a little dragon, breathing up in puffs, watching the steam evaporate into the air.
Passive aggressive German washing machine.
Day 10 — December 3, 2013
Berlin in the fall. Abandoned patios, blankets strewn over chairs at cafes and lots of thick sweaters.
Everyone hiding in their clothing, burrowing like little mice trying to stay warm.
But, a cold breeze on a sunny day is something to savor in Berlin as the dark days of Winter approach.
So we sat outside in the sun, on this quiet day and watched the people go by.
Illustration by Maggie Tang.
December 2, 2013
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” ― Albert Camus
Today my brain is kinda crammed full to the brim. I guess maybe because it’s a Monday or maybe because I am just coming off a few days off.
This morning I woke up and the sky was so blue - I felt so optimistic and glowed a little myself. It was Monday and the sun was shining! Everything was fabulous. By noon it was hazy, orange and slightly foggy. By 4pm, the sun was down behind the buildings and I was sitting in the dark, working away. Hunched over my laptop, feeling a little less than cheery.
I guess I’ve missed out on these short days of barely any daylight. I was in Chicago this time last year, training at our main office and I was too damn busy to realize how short the daylight hours were, because I was too damn busy focusing on how they weren’t long enough (daylight or darkness — I would have taken either). I had to learn so much every day and time flew by. Three weeks in Chicago seemed like three days.
But now, I see Winter creeping up on Berlin.
Don’t get me wrong. I know it isn’t Winter yet. It’s still warm enough for me to go outside in just a sweater and coat and sometimes no socks. But, the promise of Winter is sorta lingering on the horizon. I feel like it’s a blurred image in the distance coming into focus, slowly. Like a shadow that you can’t distinguish from a bear or a tree. You don’t know until you get close enough. And, that’s how I feel about Winter in Berlin. It can be good or bad, cold or really fucking cold, but there’s no way to know until you are close enough to touch it. And, feel it on your skin.
I guess I am just waiting for that moment where I have to throw on two layers of pants, drink whiskey to stay warm (that’s my excuse anyways) and spend hours in the sauna soaking up its warmth because I can’t produce my own anymore.
I hate not knowing what to expect.
I am waiting impatiently for Winter.
Potsdamer Platz generally freaks me out for some reason. Probably because it’s a piece of Berlin that really doesn’t feel like Berlin (at least to me and that’s coming from an auslander). But, I have to admit I love their holiday decorations.
December 1, 2013
Sunday morning, waking up to the smell of cigarette smoke in my hair.
The ghost of whiskey’s past, present in my mouth. I can taste it, bitter and lingering.
Tossing and turning. Gimme water. Gimme food. Gimme shelter.
Sleeping til’ the sun bows to the night, listening to the cars outside, accelerating, the trams sliding along tracks, dogs barking.
Head pounding. Cold pizza, warm tea, soft sheets, long kisses, burrowing into the bed pretending it’s a cave. An early hibernation for Winter.
November 30, 2013
I woke up at 745 to watch the sunrise. The sun came up almost suddenly and stained the horizon with a flash of color. Orange, pink and purply blue.
The fog that once blanketed the barn and fields started receding to the West slowly, sorta dissolving into the lake at the edge of the property.
A group of small deer crept out into the field closest to the largest window in the front room of the barn. They feasted on knee high grass and timidly moved forward away from the cover of the trees they must have been hiding in over night.
The sun burned through the clouds defiantly and the day was illuminated and set on fire with a strange haze.
Everything was quiet. Even the wind whispered.
"You can’t go home again because home has ceased to exist except in the mothballs of memory"
In Furstenwerder feeling dark inside and out.
I finished “Travels with Charley” by John Steinbeck and for some reason it made me long for America.
I feel kinda homesick for something that I don’t even know if I “know” anymore.
Laying like broccoli, beers and butter cookies. Mike, Scott, Natalie and Abby thank you for a sublime sunday sesh. You guys rock.
A few of my favorite people.
Abby’s moving to the US in a week. We threw her a surprise party & it was lovely &she was very surprised.
Here’s some pics.
The symphony, dogs and outings. Berlin.
Berlin. Night rides, Communication Museum, Jewish Memorial, Mitte.