waiting

It snowed again today, a spring snow. I'm glad because the snow we have has been lying around, getting frozener and frozener and more and more dirty. It's nice to have a little fresh powder on top. Waiting for spring to come to Sweden can be a bit trying sometimes. It takes patience. You can't get too excited by the first sight of sun and longer days, as I always do. You just have to wait. And wait. But the waiting has its own sweetness. When spring does come, when you really do see that first something green pushing its way in to life, the feeling is quite extraordinary. You really feel a sense of accomplishment, that you've survived something, that this new thing called spring really is quite special. The months of darkness, the weeks of sunny, bitterly cold days, that one 'last' late snowfall that always seems to be followed by yet another, are actually the best part.




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