I’m sitting huddled on my windowsill at home, watching the sleet pour from the sky. Normally a warm feeling spreads through my whole body on such days and I think of Christmas, the smell of cookies and how it feels to go back to the fold. But there’s a catch: it’s the middle of march. My thoughts were interrupted through the typical sounds of a scratching record. I think people who are a little bit older or addicted to vintage, would know what I mean. It’s a terrible sound, because you recognize that the scratch has damaged your lovely songs maybe and you can’t bring it back. I have the same feeling about this spring – it’s like my heart is playing some spring songs while the winter plays his melancholic blues.
But what could I do – no more than waiting and drinking a hot beverage until the spring comes back. It’s not good for heart and soul to sit on the window sill hissing to every raindrop like a little grumpy cat. That will get you nowhere – only leads to a bad temper and a bad karma, too. Because of that I decide to drink another cup of tea with my favorite flavor: summer-strawberries. And when the warm cup touches my cold hand that warm feeling flows through my whole body again. But I’m not thinking of Christmas, I’m dreaming of a beautiful springtime. I’m lying on a wide meadow with flowers and my friends playing Frisbee and balancing on the slackline in the background. I’m sure about one fact now – spring will come soon. Because when sometimes, the longer you have to wait for things, the better they’ll be – Spring will be amazing!
