I am always ready for spring, so I have noticed. In fact, I am always ready for the next season, and awaiting the old one to end. Except autumn, that is a very short passing season for me and my favourite as well.

I’ve noticed on the rare days where some sunbeams are present and warm my face, my mood has been filled with much more happiness than that of the grey skied days which have continuously been occurring. I don’t want heat; I just want the soft sunshine.

Seasons also represent new chapters, and are a sign of change also. Perhaps that’s also why I like them and take note of them so much. They give me a push to start a new chapter, and to feel new things. There are a lot of things currently that I feel I have sort of let go, but not fully let go, and I need to. I reckon spring could be a good help for these letting goes. I’m ready to see the flowers again.