spring.

I stroll slowly through my neighbourhood. My steps point at the old block; the one where the 1920´s villas stand close next to each other. The late spring air still feels warm against my cheeks, and my steps are light to the dry ground. Small, beautiful passerines delightfully play in the green and yellow hedges; warbling and chirping about what I believe is happiness of spring. I keep my head high, my nose is busy trying to notice every single smell and scent tonight. I feel the bbq smoke from the easter garden parties, I feel the recently cut grass and I feel the most wonderful of all; the amazing, big, flowering trees. Magnolias and Jasmines dominate in the old gardens and I can´t help myself to fill up with a tremendous longing for summer.