As I imagine it, people are bored of me (and others) all bitching about the same thing pretty much continuously for the last few weeks: the lack of summer this summer here in Berlin
So when yesterday’s forecast had a big ball of flame on it, and it didn’t turn into clouds, I got excited and I cleared my schedule.
Just after 12:30, when I figured that the weather had warmed up enough, I slapped on sunscreen and headed to the park—I spread out my big beach towel, pulled out a book, and I did nothing for 3 hours straight—nothing but sit in the sun, read a book, and occasionally take a sip of water.
Oh yeah, and people watch – there was a cute blue-hair Mohawk nearby.
I wouldn’t say it was hot. Quite the contrary it was perfect: Not so hot that I sweltered, not so cool that I wanted to go home after 15 minutes.
Although I hoped it would be sunny today, it’s not.
In fact, as I write this, it is raining.
And I have fond memories of my afternoon at the park.