Not yet Spring

I spoke too soon, and the songbirds I heard a week ago are presumably having a hard time of it. The weather has turned cold again (well, cold by German standards: -3°C) and it has been snowing since yesterday evening. The whole city is white, all the trees and roofs; there is very little wind, so even the overhead power cables carry delicate lines of snow.

Not much else to say, really. I am meditating daily, with mixed results: some days are more conducive to calmness than others. I find it hard, when concentrating on my breathing, not to steer my breathing - breathe in, one two three heartbeats, breath out, one two three four heartbeats - and this is exactly what one should not be doing, but rather being a passive observer as the breathing happens.