Waiting for spring

For a few days I am so impatient for spring to come that I keep looking at the photos from last spring.

I like winter so much, but as soon as the new year passes, I wait for spring to come again.

I miss waking up and seeing the sun’s rays entering the house, hearing the birds singing in the flowering trees,to feel the air full of life.

It is the season of hope, of rebirth, of freedom!

I am in England where the winter seems to be so long and the sun waits to rise.

I am writing to you on a February day, looking forward to March!

See you soon!