Growing up in California, I didn’t notice the weather on Thanksgiving, most likely because it was probably sunny every year. Only when I moved to New York and started to feel the onset of winter in November did I take notice the weather on the fourth Thursday of November. For many years in a row I enjoyed a quiet Manhattan in the morning of the holiday while walking through the quiet city on a bright, crisp, cold and sunny day. There was somethings special about those mornings of light that made the day feel special.
This morning I woke up to the same, sunshine. It was especially remarkable because Berlin has been under a blanket of clouds for days on end. Today, American Thanksgiving day, the fourth Thursday of November, the sun lifted the blanket to kiss us with its warmth. I’m thankful its sunshine and the ever changing weather.
