Spring is shyly coming. She subtly talks to the soul, announcing her colours, smells and sounds.
Days are becoming longer, waking up early in the morning seems less hard as the first rays of sunshine peep through the curtains.
I know it’s spring again not from the light, or the colours, or the smells. I know it from birds chips. When there are no buds and the light still has shades of grey, I hear their singing and I know it won’t be long until nature explodes again in all its strength. It’s a call to life, a balm for the heart and a promise of joy.
Gray and rainy days are still here, but spring is making her first attempts, and people are back in their gardens, cleaning, pruning, sowing and caring.
The golden light I love so much is finally coming back again, and I greet it with a smile.