Sunday, March 8, 2009

The arrival

Soft, warm sun rays awake the world from her winter sleep, accompanied by birds who hesitatingly sing their first notes this year. And already the day is over, all of a sudden the windows cry dense tears.

In like a lion and out like a lamb, march ends this Sunday with a promising memory of upcoming spring. How delightful.

2 comments:

Internation Musing said...

Nice, I had that feeling yesterday!

Claudia said...

Your arrival sounds so promising. It's not here yet in Toronto. I hope you're right Eva. It's been such a gray winter. I (and I guess the world) long for spring, sun and colours...