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Dear Readers,
while I am addressing these lines to you, Münster is presenting itself in a wonderful winter dress. It is mid-February and the town is wearing a mantle of snow. So much white is quite extraordinary for our town. Public transportation does not run, many people set off on their way on foot. Our in-patient hospice as well is presenting itself in winter mode. Two days ago I met a colleague on the terrace in the evening. She told me of a resident she had cared for during her night duty. If she was enjoying the look onto the enchanted garden with its illuminated double portal, she asked the resident. She answered yes, and so they both looked out into a night filled with whiteness. This is winter happiness, so close to life’s end, I thought to myself.
When I go home from the Academy in the evening dusk, an unfamiliar silence is lying over the city. I enjoy these moments knowing that below the blanket of snow in the gardens and parks snowdrops are waiting. For me, there are no other more delicate harbingers of the spring to come.
Warm regards
Yours
Andreas Stähli
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