16 Mar 2014

fight the grey...

In the middle of march you suddenly realise that nearly the first quarter of the year is already gone. You might have the feeling that you are still a bit sleepy. Another Sunday shows that another week is gone and you ask yourself what you have done. 
In the middle of march, not winter anymore but even not spring, still a bit crispy at night and soul warming on the day. Some of the important things have been brought on its way and the other things are nearly done. The grey fade away and will be substitute by the coming season.

The first birthday parties are gone, trees are standing at the foggy  water's edge catching the first sunlight. Pink flowers slowly growing and my feet already touched the green grass. Windy, warm, crispy, rainy that's the middle of march. Here and there some messengers of more daylight.
And the best, the coffee with my love sitting on the bench watching the reflection on the lake. It's great to smell spring. 

 

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