Last night a surprise snowstorm descended upon Munich. From my window, I saw the giant flakes swirl, at times making me feeling like I was inside a magical snowglobe, at others, like I was watching schools of fish swim in one direction then the other, so alive, playfully chasing each other with the vivacity of children released on holiday.

I woke to find the rooftops blanketed by fine white powder...pristine.

I feel this is a good sign.