Tempelhofer Feld

When the Tempelhof Airport closed, the city decided to make nothing of it, which gave opportunities for everything. A vast horizon in the middle of the vibrant city that I love. In the mornings its calm and feels communal. I spent months worth of sunrises there – soft and flowing, crisp and misty, bare and bright. The most memorable, one morning run, was the sunrise behind a storm, saturating the full sky like a misty rainbow. I've never seen anything like it since.  In the daylight, I spent many rides cycling around the field memorizing that subgroups of finite fields are cyclic. Jogs, looping around, learning that the sphere was simplicial. Runs, down the runway, thinking "lines meet at infinity". Strolls, spotting invertible clouds, and awaiting rumbling thunderstorms. In the evenings, the Feld became a place to gather, grill, spectate and skate.  The disappearing sun turned the clouds a dirty pink or mighty red, the city became a silhouette, and stars could shine. It's a matter of expectation. The same every day, but different every day.

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