this morning going to the Vigala my eyes were full of spring. The language of the road through the forest was the scene of a beautiful sight, the awakening of nature. A small step, but the direction is marked. In the blue sky the white clouds begin their run to the sun, and move fast. The trees play in the undress white winter coat to wear the green of the new season. The sun is a golden gift that seems to finally warm up after a winter of shyness. What colors are reborn, you will leave from uniform white palette of winter and the feeling again. I felt quietly part of Nature. I could not grasp the line between me and you, was a real thrill.
The spring here is different, no comparisons are made. E 'slower, is shorter, and less bubbly. It 's like all the Estonians, shy. If I close my eyes before immaginno primroses and violets in the sun bends of S. Lorenzo. Here the shapes and colors are different, they expect and desire more. So much so that beach sea and sky are indistinguishable .. more uniformly white. But all in good time. Time, precious, must be respected. It lived in every moment. Why is this (in any language) is "a gift".
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