autumn in the city
frozen fingers on the bike in the morning (yet refusing to wear gloves); evening trams full of children, all with an expression of tired satisfaction (brim-full of magenbrot, a balloon attached to their tiny wrist); no more questions in terms of soup and dessert (it's always pumpkin & vermicelles); the hassle of switching to a new health insurance provider; lawn mowers replaced by leave blowers; relatives complaining about mittelland fog; evening workouts only possible with headlamps; ads for fresh suser on every restaurant table; no more attempts to save daylight
