Finally warm again. Good coffee. Good-natured language wrangling. Blamed by friends when a 27C day turns into a surreal stormfront. I always bring the doomy weather with me. But today is bright and beautiful, and now I’m crossing town to go to work. Glad to be European again. Glad to see the sun again. There are days when I’m grateful for my weird life, and, right now, basking for a moment with coffee before I find a cab, this is one of them. Hello Berlin.