In which Saturday is such a day.

Flash-forward to the nearly present past:
One of my favoritely voiced friends visited this weekend and we ended up going on a grand Saturday adventure, soaking up this rarity that is winter sunshine on a long walk around the harbor, up into Altona, and once darkness settled, across the brightly lit Dom (which may have included a few minutes of freezing our faces off zooming around in the small swings of the Kettenkarussell high above the fair while shouting along and doing the necessary choreo to the YMCA and hooting mightily at the hilarity of it all), then on to a hidden Glühwein forest and late-nite sci-fi at the movies.

Sunday was sleepier, and involved a lot of time in the kitchen making a caramel apple upside down gingerbread cake that had been on my list for a while, as well as a trip to the theater and a delicious dinner that I didn't have to cook. There are many types of perfect weekend, and this was one of them. Thank you, friends.

This morning I awoke to a heavily frosted neighborhood, topped with the pre-dawn pinks to blues across the horizon. Now, it's a sweatpants and squash soup and fleecy cocoon kind of night. The air is wonderful.