spring no.4

It’s time

It’s Morning, hot spring-wind toss my hair, the smell is intoxicating, I pick some small flowers on my way, letting spring inside the house. It feels right, everything as should be, just on time – Spring happens!

No big campaign, no publicity, no changes, every year the same flowers, the same colours, at the same time, no need to show off, no need to invent or innovate, and surprisingly every year it is b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l, breathtaking exactly like last year.

On silent command soldiers of nature start opening, without an effort, they just know it’s time to do their thing, time to do their magic – they know in their being exactly what they have to do – and so do I.