We had only been friends for a few weeks when A.H. proposed we take a stroll in the Tiergarten.
It was a bright but very cold morning, there was a promise of snow. The garden was mostly yellow and dry this time of the year. But it was still a desirable change from Central Berlin streets which were very pretty, but weren't especially green.
We agreed the garden would be lush during the summer months and promised to visit again in summer.
I had twisted my ankle the week before and was still limping slightly. A.H. was thoughtful enough to walk slower than normal to match pace with me.
The topic of conversation moved from the weather and the surroundings to books. A.H. shared that she's been reading a book called 'Why We Sleep' and has been finding it rather interesting. I told her about 'The Remains of The Day' which I had recently finished reading.
Now that I think back, I realize we did not abruptly switch from commenting on the weather to discussing