After a long winter with its endless snowfalls I was waiting quite impatiently for the Spring to come.
Spring. Beginnings. It is such a delicate and violent time of the year. Nature has such a powerfil ability to renew and almost reinvent itself.
It was good to go out the city for a day and revisit the vastness of this island, meet old mountains and awakening forests, see newborn greenery quickly emerging from the soils richly nourished after a long winter. Sometimes you just know that you are in the right place at the right moment. And that was that day. I
Rice fields aren’t watered yet, the greenery has just protruded from the soil and weather made both people and animals leave their homes.
Spring. Beginning. Rebirth. Chance. Life. I feel amazed and grateful to be present in this moment, in such a natural state.