We met in the winter of Berlin, and we met again in the winter of Berlin.
The most fascinating thing about fog is its hint: it hides the distance, but makes every inch in front of you full of possibility; it blurs the boundaries, allowing heaven and earth, dreams and waking to blend gently. Walking side by side in such weather, you will have the illusion of walking into the interior of the clouds - the whole city has become lighter, so light that only the warmth of each other is left, and the small world of two people looming in the fog.
If you could read my cryptic words,
Then the Berlin fog will finally lift.
I will survive this cold winter,
You will see the clear lake in your eyes.
