As I walk through the still gray and sleepy morning, I feel something in the air change. Spring is near - I can feel it in the gentle breezes, in the soft song of the birds that wake up before everyone else. The anticipation grows sweeter with each new day that brings more light. The first sun caresses my face, gentle and warm, as a promise that winter is giving way to a new beginning. In those rays I see the awakening of the world, but also my own longing for something new, bright and uncertain, which comes with every flower that is about to bloom.
