On the weekend I went for a walk in Friedrichshain Volkspark looking for the first signs of Spring. Think we are still a few weeks away yet; no buds on the trees or little bits of green poking their way through the soil.
Part of my walk took me up Bunker Hill, one of several bunkers built by the Nazis during WW2. The bunker is more-or-less indistructable so it's been covered over and turned into a jogging path. From the bottom it looks like a pretty normal 'hill', it's only when you reach the top that there are a few hints of it's former life. Here amongst the rubble I managed to find the colour that I'd been looking for - my little bit of "Spring" - beautiful green Lychen and Moss growing over the concrete. I am sure there is something poetic to be said about nature slowly erroding and absorbing a fairly ugly bit for human history, but right now I can't think of the words. Although it struck me at the time that this was what was happening and that this, indeed, was good.