I’m waiting for a rainy weekend. Not completely rainy. Showery. Drizzly. Cloudy. Grey days. As per the weather forecast.
But it’s still Friday right now. The sun is still shining, promising me another bright week soon. Outside only green are the sequoia branches, co-existing with the winter-death of all other leafless trees. Not too far from here, silent waves are hitting the shore, without stopping, following some unknown rhythm; their silence is chilling, but sincere and maybe profound, only if I try to perceive. And I’m thinking, (well, a day like this makes me think a lot) change is one of the most beautiful elements to create a vibrant tomorrow. Maybe I love cheery spring, because I have winter in my calendar.
Happy Weekend, everyone!