Berlin

It’s snowing in Berlin. Not like a downpour or even a mist— but rather a breath. The snow flutters down for a few seconds and then stops, only to recommence a moment later. The lights in the city fade out in the foggy mist and then reappear. I run into the banhof, down and through the tunnels. People gather and wait for the next train and for a moment the chaos calms and everything sits still, motionless… Cities have a life of their own. I try to sync my breath with the movement around me and I find it hard not to fall deeper in love with Berlin.