Grey/White Clouded Sky

At long last, a new collage. Long grey winter days. Constant rainy mornings curb all my enthusiasm to go out for walks. It's Sunday. I finally manage a quick outing. OK, it is just a slight detour along the canal on the way to one of my favourite cafés.

Yet, this jaunt brings a sighting of spring flowers amongst the sparse bare winter branches that are silhouettes under the heavy grey/white clouded sky.

Drizzle At Dusk

I was walking home from working in the restaurant kitchen late this afternoon at dusk. The perpetual drizzle of rain of the last week persisted.

An old woman was walking towards me with her umbrella inverted upwards. She was holding the umbrella purposefully. Either she hadn’t noticed that the umbrella was cupped upwards to the sky, or, she just plain didn’t care.

Autumn Rain

The summer was a long and rainy one. Somewhere between the end of September and the beginning of October we slid into autumn. Or, maybe not the autumn season, but autumn rains.

Spring drizzle. Summer showers. Autumn rains. Winter blizzards. Yup, nothing more appealing than the weather here in the north. No wonder this city is still the best kept secret in Germany. Everyone thinks about Munich (the proximity to the Alps), or Freiburg (the Black Forest), or Constance (the Bodensee). All you have to do is wipe the rainwater away from your eyes long enough, to be blinded by the charms of Luebeck.

… The Old Man Is Snoring

Boy, it is teaming outside. Thunder. Lightening. Oh, the luxury of a dry, well-lit, warm living room, the delight of a pot of hot herbal tea, the comfort of a pair of soft woolly slippers, and the feeling of smugness with a four day weekend ahead and nothing planned. Nada! A blank calendar. Bliss.

My daughter is off for a day of visiting museums (Christian Dior 1947 to 1957 exhibit) and shopping in Berlin. Pretty sophisticated outing for a 12 year old, but it was her birthday gift from one of her (chosen) aunts. Mine is not to question… (I’m allergic to shopping).

It’s raining so much that I am tempted to forgo picking up our traditional Wednesday evening falafel takeout and cooking up a meal for the rest of the family myself. Well, maybe tempted, but I’m sure the falafel will beckon me beyond the warmth of our living room door.

Just looked out the window and the rain water on the street is surging past deep enough to carry a kayak. (Yes, an exaggeration.)