Spring is finally here. Little blossoms open every day in celebration, and millions more are busily preparing to come alive — like a Mexican wave.
The days are still cold, but the promise is in the air, you can breathe it in. In a few short weeks winter will be forgotten, in cold shades of the past. The sun will not just shine but will once again be warm, and the wind will not bite, but the breeze will gently caress one’s back.
I like winter, all adorned in its own beauty but I much prefer the life and the warmth of an ordinary spring day.