We are between Winter and Spring. The nature is quiet. The birds are already singing but their voice remains small. The surrounding stands grey and brown. Not in an ugly blown out way but in peace and stillness. The Spring will happen very soon. Now we just wait. Silently. Even tough we're more impatient than ever.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant:
if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Just wait. And look closely.
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And good night for now...
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