It warms me up, it gives me hope to spring, I’ll know that winter is going to pass and the sun will rise further, the days will be longer, the sun will shine. The winter shadows will fade away.
My cheeks are flushed and a fine smile creeps up on my lips. The feelings rise in me like butterflies. Not in the stomach, no all the way through my chest and up in the clear blue sky, where they flutter into the endless.
It’s a cold day but I feel spring coming, he first came knocking on my door when I looked in someone’s eyes and had to look away because I got caught staring at them, without being even aware of it. My cheeks brought colour into the icy white and my smile was too broad for the frozen mask of winter.
And that was the beginning of spring. He came early this year.
The heart pounding was in sound with the bird chirping in the morning and the sun rose with a smile on my face. A sweet dream came onto me one night, just a scenario of me being in love and happy and a gentle soul to smile at. The sweet and innocent beginning of romance made everything wonderful and poetical this day and I wished I could write sonnets about it.
And now I’m walking home from school and looking in the milky blue sky and think rather about how lovely being in love is, with the sweet day dreams to entertain me, I can now wait until the flowers bloom to braid crowns of them. Not that I was any good at it, just the idea of doing something this artistic made me want to do it.
The ideas of dumb and lovey-dovey things I can do, make me forget the early nights and dark mornings that lay behind me. The cold and dim winter nights, where the sun never seems to rise up again are over and the sun will strike soon into the night and gives time to lie in the grass and fantasize about kisses in the starlight and soft eyes looking and smiling at you.
The important thing is not, who it is that woke me up out of my winter sleep. I probably only like them because they made me smile once. It doesn’t matter if I ever speak to them. They are there in my imagination.
The important thing is that I have woken up and so should you.
The sun has risen.
Spring is here.
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