I never get tired of this; the in between seasons.
Already starting to feel a tinge of something funny as the blossoms start to fade, while the green of new life starts to peek through. Already waiting for the golden leaves to fall, next set of blossoms to bloom- always looking ahead and behind and sometimes in rare moments of clarity- looking right at where I am now.
Everything looks different when the sun is up, and my first time visiting Monavale gardens during daylight hours reminded me just how significant that difference can be.
White and purple heralds of spring
Canals and kanelsnegles
Cobblestone paths and old buildings
Sunny fields and windmills
Nights of dancing and days in sun
New faces, new memories
Wish I could say I’ll remember forever
But truth is I don’t know
All I know in this moment
I wish memory will not betray me
I’ll dream of sunny fields and windmills
Till one day we meet again.