Berlin from the air is made up of lakes, forests, and Plattenbauten. Spring fever is easily indulged: a short bus ride, a turn into a lane of little houses, and then a forest bright with birdsong. At the end of the path to the lake, the Grunewaldsee’s frozen surface is blue cut white. A thousand gray fish dart beneath the top layer of ice. On the path, two russet Vizslas cavort. A solitary round leaves my cheeks flushed.
Where are you walking to celebrate the sun?