my late grandmother and the length of days
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2005.01.18
Today would have been the 87th birthday of my late "Oma". She would always say that by her birthday, she could see that the days were getting longer. And it's true. It's almost miraculous to a northerner when there's still light in the sky at 17:00 or when the sun comes up at 7:00....