Seeing snow for the first time was a magical experience, and the other night I experienced another meteorological novelty, but probably not as exciting. Hamburg was covered in mist as I arrived from a day trip in Bremerhaven. It is not your usual fog. It made everything on its path damp. The pavement shimmered as the street lights shone on it and diffused its glow. It is not similar to an after-rain feel because there is no puddle of water or dripping wet leaves. It is simply wet, which is better than a rainy day.
We have been getting straight days of gray weather with the sun just passing by, maybe to say hello and wants to be acknowledged of its existence. I am learning to discern degrees of coldness: yesterday it was not-so-cold and this morning it is cold. The weather forecast is not showing any sign of yellow-shaped circle for the next few days, so maybe I need to really start liking a wet, cold, and gray weather. As they say, there is no such thing as getting cold, it just simply means you’re inappropriately dressed.