The path is muddy, a carpet of leaves. Our feet one in front of the other. Our shoulders barely touching. Still two but soon to be three we parade through the rain.
It’s cold and it’s winter. Hands pulled into our jackets as far as possible. I defy the cold and reach for his hand. He squeezes it. Looks to his left and smiles before searching for the warmth of his coat again. A blue leather coat. A mid winter walk. So much is going to change. Not possible to know what to expect.
This is kind of a joke coming from someone who lived in Berlin only in the winters of 2013/2014 and 2014/2015. Yes, survive winter in Berlin, easy. The warmest in a lot of decades. I expected a lot worse when I moved here. Losing toes and fingers to frostbite from november to march, was the prognosis. A shopping list with winter essentials was offered to me by colleagues when my first winter here approached. Buy snowboots for sure, an extra thick coat and possibly a wearable heater (just joking). Up until now I didn’t even have to buy a new coat. Now I don’t want to cheer too quickly or start praising the weather gods, but as a pregnant woman I seem to have my own extra heating, so fear not the months to come.