There might have been the mistake of assuming Spring had come; those were only a few days of relentless Sun, albeit cold, but unconditional Sun — and it felt great.

But the clouds settled in shortly after; it was not meant to be (in mid February, no less). And I took it not so well. The Sun really does make a big difference, after all.

Things don't seem to change. I have come to realise that this is where I've been the longest, in a rather significant period of three years. It is, in a way, stability: but I just arrived here, so things are, of course, still craving strong foundations.

There was a chance to leave — to go to Aarhus. I did not commit to that yet, as it felt right to stay here a few more months, let whatever dust is left to settle, to settle.