When I look through the window I see a bright,
sunny day; it seems as if spring has arrived a bit early. I want to go to a
park, sit under a tree and read a good book.
When I walk out through the front door I realise
that my eyes have deceived me; the cold slaps my face and the image of a warm
day fades away as quickly as it came to me in the first place.
I guess I’m not lucky enough and I’ll have to
wait for those warm, bright and beautiful days a bit longer.
