Spring

April 19, 2014 • 1 Comment

"We'll get though the winter and then we'll see.

In the spring. In the spring

Meanwhile sit under the tangerine tree

It's just seasonal.

Accept the verdict, it comes from above

Perhaps it's the rain, perhaps it's winter

and then we'll see.

We'll get through the winter and then we'll see

In the spring, in the spring"

(originally in Hebrew - see here. Lyrics by Micha Shitrit)

So we got through the winter. Actually we've pretty much missed the winter; Be it due to one's wandering around the globe or due to the fact that there was no real winter this year.

It is the beginning of the second half of the month of A

pril and the weather is fickle, as one

would expect from our dear friend who

is . Outside, grey has been replaced by green and one can see buds of color here and there, making one's daily walk pleasanter. Inside, blooms a sense of revival. The past is dropped for a hope the future holds. It's getting warmer inside and out, but

also, overcast and gloomy at times.

Spring has no rules; At the sight of an overcast sky you may step outside, wrapped in winter remnants, only to be greeted by a surprisingly not so freezing gust. On the other hand, you may be fooled into thinking that a clear and warm sun staring at you through the window would keep you warm even when you step outside without a proper jacket on.

Inside all it different, though, in the boundaries of 'the same'. We accept our verdict and we know that everything is seasonal.

They too know that everything is subject to constant change. They hold on to nothing. They bestow their beauty upon us, wither and make room for the next thing...