I'm standing here - on the border between cold and warm. It seems like I still have a coat, but I already want to go barefoot. It's not summer yet, but something is already blossoming inside. Not because I have to, but because... there's no other way. Spring is not the weather. It's a state.

And on days like these, I smile more often. Simply because there's hope in the air. As if everything is possible again - to dream, to try, to make mistakes, to fall in love.

Have you ever felt this? That life is starting up again, as if you are an alarm clock, and someone turned you on to "wake up"? That you want not just to live, but to breathe at full strength?

What is spring for you: a new beginning or a continuation of what has been warming you all winter? 🌷