even though it’s still February, I can already feel spring trying to break through the layers of cold
the sun is starting rise a little earlier, and mornings don’t feel as harsh. I can hear birds other than crows now—small signs that something is changing
in the afternoon, sunlight floods the classroom, and outside, kids are playing again. they shriek in excitement while playing tag or hide&seek
at night, the clear skies give a great view of the stars above us, reminding me how everything may seem fragile and ever changing, but paradoxically, impermanence ensures the unique charm of the moment
so I wait—patiently—for the warmth, for the bloom, for the moment when winter finally loosens its grip, and the world can take a deep breath once again
