Wehmut
The spring is so slow in coming.
I miss the evenings in late spring last year when after spending the whole day in the park I'd go to Schellingstrasse near the university to ask Kathi out. I stood in the street below her window, waiting for her to lean out, grinning. She was always good to go. We walked down the block to Schall & Rauch and sat on the sidewalk still warm from the day, drank red wine and talked about Life and Love and all the rest. The party inside spilled out through the big windows as the last glow of the day lit up the end of the street. Blackbirds sang on my way home.
I miss the evenings in late spring last year when after spending the whole day in the park I'd go to Schellingstrasse near the university to ask Kathi out. I stood in the street below her window, waiting for her to lean out, grinning. She was always good to go. We walked down the block to Schall & Rauch and sat on the sidewalk still warm from the day, drank red wine and talked about Life and Love and all the rest. The party inside spilled out through the big windows as the last glow of the day lit up the end of the street. Blackbirds sang on my way home.