Although I am deeply annoyed that Michigan is still decidedly in the middle of winter in March [despite our 70 degree day last week], I must admit that the ever-changing ice drifts in the river make up for it a little bit.
I often feel like I have my feet planted in two worlds [in the photo photo below, literally one foot each in former East and West Berlin]. I'm an American and a Berliner. A citizen of Heaven and a resident of Earth. This is my story.