And his 'kafe' had a peculiar smell

Dear future hubster,

earlier I wanted to say what I always say this time of the year: that we're reminded that we survived this winter. 

But I couldn't make myself do that. 

Because somebody didn't. 

Somebody I haven't talked with or even thought about for quite a while, but somebody who was nonetheless important part of a transformational, coming-of-age period of my life. Somebody I always thought was bursting with energy, and somewhat raw; somebody I couldn't be indifferent about. 

And with all the fresh breeze and stinky trees and hope in the air I suddenly felt I need to stop and have a thought for him. Better would be a Longwy debrief session.