I’m standing here at a bus stop, the sun is strong; it’s bright outside but my hands are cold.
I know it’s only October (just!), but this change of seasons doesn’t look like it’ll be easy. Generally speaking…I love change. The transition from spring to summer, the colorful change of leaves in autumn and the brisk fall weather that turns to snowstorms and long nights. The changes in weather are a constant reminder of this incredible planet we live on. I know that. In fact: I enjoy knowing that our weather is relatively unpredictable. That nature is still in control. While the end result of any change may not always be pleasant (see: winter), there’s still something pleasant about the change of seasons.
But this time, as Berlin’s weather changes from summer to sort-of-winter, I realize I’m not ready. I don’t want this season to end, this weather to change. My summer, though jam-packed full of adventure, seemed just a bit too short. What did I do? What did I accomplish? Does the winter weather mean an end to my as-of-yet unfulfilled plans?
I don’t want it to be winter. I know it’s still technically months away, but when it still looks like summer on many of my friends’ Facebook feeds, my wardrobe is a sad reminder of the too-short summer. I’m still holding out for a relapse into summer weather—even if brief. The sunshine is strong, but the weather is cold. In the meantime, I’m spending my time outside while I still don’t need gloves and a hat (and a scarf and long underwear and double sock layers….).
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