crunch, crunch, crunch.

it was either my boots in the snow or my hands stuck from the butter strudel

making this sound

as I walked around, waking before Berlin had.

it must be 7am, I thought, as light was coming in, but few cars on the street.

I’ll walk here and back over there

it’s nice when you’ve recently been to a city and get to go back

no pressure to see anything,

it’s a walk for me and not you, this time.

crunch, crunch, crunch.

maybe a coffee, and maybe not – as the public toilets would be cold.

back to the wall, and out there a spire sticks out.

it was still too early for anyone back home to be up, so I couldn’t get in the gate anyway.

an adventure! an early morning adventure!

in 4 trips to Berlin, I’d never walked to that spire.

it looked a long way away, but sometimes the best things are.

crunch, crunch, crunch.

a shortcut through the park, a park encased by a part of the wall.

have you stood next to it? it’s not that tall – nor was it that wide.

past the lady and the dog – I guess here they could just call it a ‘shepherd?’

then down the steps [crunch, crunch, crunch.] and across the way, by now I was right under it.

there was white snow. and a dark cathedral top. and me – with my coffee.

around the bend and to the front – St. Sebastian’s church, my favorite saint of all.

the bells rang once, I suppose it was a quarter-to-something, 8?

I could head back, maybe.

surely someone is up.

Nicky. or Emily.

[not Alonso, that's for sure.]

crunch, crunch, crunch.

everyone was up by the time I got back.

it was 11am and some.

Berlin just woke up quietly, and let me have my adventure.

so thanks, Berlin, for letting me have an adventure,

crunch, crunch.

even if it was only a little one.

crunch.