I live in the middle east and the real spring begins in March. Indeed there will be some cold days in this month, but the warmth begins. And it’s beautiful.
The day is getting longer and I’m no longer afraid of the dark. It’s lovely. The rain can be light, and the sun can be friendly. There is always time during this season… for everything.
There is always time for fiction and poetry. For creation and absorbing.
And did I mention nature?
There will be all flowers, from all different shapes and colors.
And there will be energy. Energy.
But will there be love? For that we have to wait for a greater spring. Not this year, not this spring.
We have to wait a while to get what we truly want.
In the meantime, there is some sun to keep us warm.