Another year, another spring

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.

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Monavale gardens

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.

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Sunny fields and Windmills

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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.