Today, instead of taking a bus to my grandmother's house, I decided to walk.
The sun was shining and the sky was vibrantly blue with scattered fluffy white clouds decorating it.
The gusts of wind, which had been vicious and mean ever since I arrived in Russia, were surprisingly warm and friendly, guiding me along my way.
I turned into a park filled with birch trees that surrounded two frozen-over ponds.
Strolling along the banks of the white, vast ice, the much-awaited sun warmed my face, sneaking its way through the tall trees.
The birches looked fresh - as though they had just woken up from a long slumber and now were relishing in the sunlight for breakfast, ready for mother nature to work her magic and create brand new leaf buds.
I heard the coo of a pigeon who, a few feet away, was puffing up his chest in an attempt to attract the nearby female (who, by the way, was not interested).
Further along my walk, I saw an old lady tending to the garden adjacent to her apartment building.
She was carefully picking out all the old leaves that had accumulated on the ground throughout the winter, making room for the incoming new life to breathe and relish in the sunlight.
Green patches of grass were already showing through, giving me hope that soon, soon I would see more plants waking up rejuvenated and ready to fill the planet with their beauty.
All the signs of spring were here this morning, and I could feel the long-awaited-for joy in the caressing breeze.
Spring is coming!
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