So far I only knew the “blue hour” in the evening. But there are also mornings, this winter teaches me. Since I have chosen a new subway route for my way to work, nature looks surprisingly different to me. On the section between Bülowstraße and Gleisdreieck, the subway mocks its name and simply drives up over bridges. Tracks. I see the sky, and it is bright blue these days around shortly before 8 a.m.: magical moments that enchant me in the tired morning.
Below the ugliest park in Berlin, above a beautiful, velvety blue sky and today still an (almost) full moon with 99 percent. So the day is good, now whatever may come, this special moment is burned into the brain.
The natural wonder of the “blue hour” has its cause in pure physics, teaches me from internet research. On Wikipedia it says: “In principle there is a connection between the depth angle of the sun and the spectral composition of the sky. The characteristic blue coloration typically occurs while the sun is between 4 and 8 degrees below the horizon. ”This happens twice a day, in the morning and in the evening.
Memories of summer evenings on the sundeck
So, pensively, I look out of the U2 into the park flying by, the quiet hum of the train in a hurry in my ears, catch a long glimpse of the wooden sundeck above the tunnel mouth of the long-distance train in Westpark. Longing memories of summer evenings on the wood with a view of the white skyscrapers, also there the blue hour, but in the evening. It was accompanied by non-alcoholic beer from the nearby beer garden. I saw someone after work with a jar with orange liquid in it – Aperol? He unscrewed it and enjoyed in small sips. Also on site were scuffling young people courting each other in German, English, Turkish or Arabic and many older people with music in their ears.
A romantic time, the blue hour, of course it is the right time to forge a poem out of it. Ingeborg Bachmann (1926-1973) writes: “Sociable the lamps in the blue light until the room breaks with the vague hour”. Oskar Loerke (1884-1941) writes: “The sky flows in stone channels; Because steeply carved into canals, all streets are full of sky-blue. “
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