And in this silence, how life has thrummed on! This space has been in my thoughts always as I go about work and life, as I move through the city. Life - this season - feels between two moments: sowing and harvesting. What will everything become?
Briefly, hardly daring to believe it, I mentioned that we might have found a home. Out of a contracting set of options for where we might live, we seemed to have found a flat that ticked all our boxes. For once, we quashed our fears and leapt. When would we next find a space worth leaping towards? With S at school and our work lives stable, the moment had arrived.
We are knee-deep in renovations right now and I never thought I could spend so much energy thinking about where to put dimmers and power sockets. I am so grateful for our very kind Bauleiter and especially for the indefatigable creative inspiration of Lea and Matthias of Studio Oink.
Meanwhile, the sunny season beckoned, louder than ever. I woke to the sound of birds; light glimmered through the blinds when I woke, and I ached for space and air unpunctuated by Brandschutzmauer and roads.
On a whim, I looked for free allotments in Potsdam. A few weeks later - we could hardly believe it! - a garden was ours.
I have gone on eating, discovering, savoring. Writing about restaurants elsewhere than on my blog has felt good. I was delighted to write two restaurant reviews for Zitty, on Yami Yami and Stella.
Within all this, I go on wanting to fold this summer into a box, like a silk scarf that holds in its fibres all the freshness of these days, to take out and inhale in January. The park, the lake, the walk, the sky: these, too consume me.
What will everything become? I begin to sense a line, to trust a future. A harvest season might have begun.