Dishwater day.

Germany on a drab winter day, washed in a palette of brown, greens and grey. I have a friend who hates January, the way it can drag it's feet and offer little excitement. She feels stuck, suspended between the festive season and a distant spring. For me, it always seems to pass by so quickly, I have more problems with February and it's false promises of warmer days.

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