walk up

Yesterday was one of those days where the sun shines like spring but the wind blows cold, where the light says summer, but the shade clings to winter. This Sunday will stand out for me as the first day of spring as it reminded me, in the words of Ellis Peters and Shakespeare, that every spring is the only spring – a perpetual astonishment that puts youth in everything.

My sister and I went for an afternoon walk during which I could fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to society (Henry David Thoreau) and simply enjoy her company and the deliciously, beautiful light that the sunshine cast on a newly awakening Berlin. May many an afternoon turn out for me like this one!*

*I borrowed this from Ovid, via my sister xxx

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