When the S-Bahn arrived at Treptower Park, over two thirds of the very full train exited, many on bikes, a gaggle of small children in strollers, and even a few dogs. Treptower Park is great because it is right on the Spree, Berlin's main river, and is quite a large park. The park was full- full of couples delighting in the sun, old wrinkly men sunbathing, and bicyclists on every possible path. I almost expected some kind of impromptu concert to begin, given the number of people there.

Birds were chirping, the sun warmed skin in lazy afternoon rays, and the water sparkled- it was perfect. I found a spot partly shaded, against a strong oak, and enjoyed my book. I could have spent all day there, but the sun grew cold, as it is wont, and I was obliged to travel back, away from my idyllic setting.
As a side note, I have been in a baking mood as of late, and yesterday I made a quite delicious pizza. This morning, I enjoyed one of my favorite things- leftovers! Leftover pizza in particular makes a delightful breakfast and I usually eat it cold- but this morning I realized that short of heating it in the oven or possibly in a skillet over the stove, that this is how I would be obliged to eat any leftover pizza. I don't have a microwave. At first, I thought, "Hey, I don't use a microwave that often! I'll be fine." But then I thought some more about leftovers, maybe I do. I guess I'll have to wait and see.
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