When spring time is about to begin...
...I urge to perceive the nature with its summerly facets. I want to make myself aware of the fact, that time is only a measurement that we determine ourselves.
But now it's the middle of March, mother Hulda seems to still shaking her featherbed pillows, but for me the magic of winter is slowly decreasing, especially after the sunny weeks in February. The spark has traditionally driven winter off last weekend, and my mind says it's time. Time for the summerly tingling in my stomach, time to get up in the morning with the sun, time for flower scents to breathe in.
My need of vitamin D should be filled up again by my morning runs during sunrise and end with a after-work hikes during sunset.