Spring.

It think it's spring. It doesn't change anything, but I think it is. I feel it in the air. It's so clean, so fresh. All the contours of things are so distinct, they don't blend into one another. They're noticible.

It can rain, I still know it's spring. The rain is different too you know...
It's small. It does not cover your field of view. You can see beyond that rain and that is how I know it's spring rain.

The birds add the final touch to the whole picture. It's spring. I am acctually starting to believe, that this is the real spring. Not the sunshiny one. That one is a little copy-cat of summer. The rainy spring has its own soul. It's delightful.


P.S. Sorry for not writing for so long..