Spring in March.
Man sitting on a bench in the park, enjoying a few minutes of peace, of sunlight, of birds singing their happiness. Maybe their happiness will become his happiness. Hopefully the sorrow of past winter will start fading.
My soul is heavy too. Long winter nights. Cold days.
I need a new song, any Spring song to cheer up my inside. I can’t remember the smell of nature from last year, but I know it feels divine.