The spring-mode
Time to push the button. Time to hit the switch.
Time to take a deep breath and feel your longs getting filled with clean, fresh air. Spring is there. At least it seems to be there. Maybe it's just one of winter's last jokes. But we can't deny the blue sky, the cheerfully signing birds, the feelings of butterflies and maybe even the smell of the first sun crème.
Let it be said. It's spring. So bé spring. So féél spring. Take a look around. You're probably not the only one. Teenage girls in short skirts. Teenage boys looking at the girls. Huge tiramisù ice creams in the park. A cold beer under the sun on some terrace in the city centre. Even a working day becomes pleasant. Even your deadline does not seem to be chasing you any more. Feelings to bring you back in time. Memories free of worries and full of life. Just for now. Just for a few hours and maybe days. So let's enjoy it for now. The deadlines will still be waiting tomorrow. Will still be there chasing you just as they did before.
Time to take a deep breath and feel your longs getting filled with clean, fresh air. Spring is there. At least it seems to be there. Maybe it's just one of winter's last jokes. But we can't deny the blue sky, the cheerfully signing birds, the feelings of butterflies and maybe even the smell of the first sun crème.
Let it be said. It's spring. So bé spring. So féél spring. Take a look around. You're probably not the only one. Teenage girls in short skirts. Teenage boys looking at the girls. Huge tiramisù ice creams in the park. A cold beer under the sun on some terrace in the city centre. Even a working day becomes pleasant. Even your deadline does not seem to be chasing you any more. Feelings to bring you back in time. Memories free of worries and full of life. Just for now. Just for a few hours and maybe days. So let's enjoy it for now. The deadlines will still be waiting tomorrow. Will still be there chasing you just as they did before.
2 comments:
here where i am the leaves are beginning to fall. i can hear them now, rustling outside. the sky has more gray in it. the wind is less welcome.
may i live through your sunshine for a while?
Of course you may. But maybe you should wait just a bit longer: the sky is grey again and the wind made us forget those first butterflies. King Winter is still out for destruction. Let's hope he will be stopped asap...
I'll tell you when it will be safe to join our ride.
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