Rain is pouring in torrents outside. Long corridors with high ceilings. Students smoking in the hallways. Light-flooded rooms filled with a selection of artwork. Metal sinks overflowing with flowers.
The city wakes from its hibernation.
It is the 16th of February, the sun creeps out and warms our faces. A friend comes to visit from a different city and I show her around Münster. The sun is shining, it has put on its best face.
How can it already be 2019? This number sounds like the future. January 2018 feels so far away and I am definitely a slightly different person now. I hope that I have got a little wiser, but I doubt it, for some reason.