Red Clouds Over Kreuzberg

There’s no moment I love Berlin more than a warm summer evening in Kreuzberg—bottle of Tegernseer in one hand, someone worth holding in the other, the clouds above doing something unlikely in deep red. The night still full of options. Nothing but warmth and luck and that specific happiness that doesn’t need explaining. Broken Bells, Poolside, The Bianca Story—an arm around the whole thing, making it last a little longer.