February has been beautiful in Berlin. January’s thick white blanket finally parted to reveal the blinding sun perched high in the clear, blue sky. And just like that it feels as if a weight has been lifted off the shoulders of the city. All around you’ll see squinting faces, soaking up the sun like lizards on a warm rock. If it weren’t for the sub-zero temperatures (thanks Hartmut), you could almost think that spring were on its way.
The sunshine and hope for spring lure one into thinking it’s safe to venture outside with a layer less than January.