Spring

In Stockholm, Spring requires sheer determination. Like the white snow drops which sprout up through the snow. Sheer determination I tell you.

I Will stop wearing my winter shoes. Sure maybe there is still snow, but really, it Is April soon. Boots with fur at the tops get so very old.

I Will believe it is Spring. I will let those small eagerly chirping birds signal Spring's coming through the music playing in my headphones while standing at the bus stop, despite it being the greyest of days.

So, I accept that Spring has come. And along with our move to a new part of town and a new kollektiv tommorrow, I welcome it.