I wake up. I get up and walk past the window. I look out onto the lake and the view sets me off into a mood of melancholy. The lake is still almost completly frozen. Only a small strip of water is showing some little waves. A light breeze of easterly winds is blowing over the frozen lake. Thoughts of grabbing the biggest Formula kit and surfing in the strip of open water come to my mind. I walk out onto the balcony with my morning coffee and walk back in after a couple of seconds. Off course it is still far to cold to think about going out on the water. Another night with -5°C. Another day without Windsurfing. It has been almost two months since the last session. With two weeks left of vacation the hope for warmer weather and the first sessions after a long abstinence fade.