I like the occasional touch. When someone lightly touches my arm in a crowd, when shoulders collide in a crowded café, when the wind plays with strands of my hair and someone helps me tuck them away. Such moments may seem insignificant, but sometimes one touch can say more than hundreds of words.

In the springtime, skin becomes more sensitive. A light breeze, sun rays, someone's fingers lingering briefly on your wrist... All this creates a feeling of special closeness, even if there are only a couple of moments between you.

I believe that this spring, touches will be special. Maybe one of them will turn my life around? Or just leave a warm trace in my memory, reminding me how spring knows how to awaken not only nature, but also feelings.