February is supposed to be Winter on the northern hemisphere. And it was, sort of, for a while. But on 26 February 2019 we had temperatures exceeding 18 degrees C. That's not Winter. It feels more like Spring. It's warm enough to take off one's coat, which I did, as you can see in the photo.



The low Sun casts its light through the bare trees. It felt very good to be naked in the open outdoors. Winter clothes, wonderfully useful as they are, tend to make us all look similar: shapelessly bundled into layers of warm protection. Inside them we are all of course very different. It's good to have an opportunity to step out from under the layers, and present myself as I am: a man, proudly.