Spring is coming

It’s sad to see the snow disappearing. But at the same time it’s a new world growing on the outside, behind the window and you can watch it wakening.

With a nice song in my head, a haunting melody which didn’t want to leave, I was waiting for the bus in the evening. The last weekend was relaxing and tiring at the same time. I’ve been snowboarding again, got lost, have been found again and made it home to the cabin. All the days on the slopes made me very relaxed. I can feel it.

Entering the bus I was greeted with a smile. From a young lady, sitting on the other side. She started to hum, I closed my eyes every now and then. I like it when somebody can just give in and hum a nice melody, mixing in with the usual sounds of bus-ride.

Looking through the windows I could see that spring is coming. The snow is pulling back and the people become more outgoing. Nice, somehow. Though I will have to wait for another couple of months until I can enjoy the snow again.

But it’s OK that way…