Marcel Winatschek

Late May, No Complaints

Late May in Berlin does something particular to the light. It comes in sideways around five in the afternoon and turns everything briefly gold—you notice it first on a window or a face and then you can’t stop noticing it. I spent most of that Saturday in the sun, barely doing anything, which is the correct amount for a Saturday like that. A friend had a birthday. The weather cooperated. Sometimes that’s the whole story and the whole story is enough.