The First Day of Spring

Today must be the first day of spring. Forget the calendar. Everything about today says 'spring' (I am well aware this statement is also known as 'tempting fate'). The birds, the sunshine, the sky, the very air around us. It all fits, it all feels like that gloomy spell has been lifted from our days. The sun is (working on) polishing off the last remnants of snow into nothingness, into nothing more than a distant memory. Oh, how quickly we move on, we survive, we evolve.

Spring, only through it's arrival do we realise that winter, as beautiful as it has been here in Poland, was like living in a graveyard. The months were long and hard and tedious. Now we exit the torture like a child that slips straight from it's mother's vagina at birth. And we are free. To be trapped by something else. However long that freedom lasts, it exists. For all of us. Breathe it in, savour it, taste the sweet air of it on your tongue, your neck, fill your eyes up with all the beauty you possibly can. Welcome to spring in Poland.