I love this time when you want to breathe deeper. When the light falls on your eyelashes, and a slightly happier version of you is reflected in the mirror. There is so much life in spring that it is impossible to ignore. I walk along the streets, and every blooming bush seems like a miracle. Everything changes: the city, the sky, myself. Everything becomes softer, brighter. Even everyday life suddenly acquires poetry. Even coffee on a bench seems like a magical ritual.
In spring, I want to be real. Not to hide feelings, not to be afraid of sadness, not to postpone happiness. It teaches me to be brave and gentle at the same time. Spring is my reminder that life is movement, light, warmth. I love it for this.
And do you ever feel like spring touches your shoulder and says: "Wake up, the most beautiful things are ahead"?