Winter’s Eve,
My life here is packed away
The hour of departure is upon me
I’m overcome with reflection, emotion, serenely tearful
The fact I’m leaving is absolute, but surreal
I have been thinking
How once I’ve gone
Snow will fall
A white blanket will cover
Where I have discovered, explored
The footprints my curious feet did tread
Many final moments of mine have already been snowed on
Ending in a brief hailstorm before I left to the airport
Physical symbols of my departure
Closure of my Berlin chapter
SO LONG BERLIN


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