Longing for Spring

It's the time of year when my heartbreak sets in. Like a reminder of the past I happen to walk through my old neighborhood Linné. I miss that place and what it meant to me. I'm looking forward to a new chapter of my life and hope that I have put the bad dreams behind me forever.

Karin Boye wrote "Javisst gör det ont när knoppar brister". It's a classic, and still so true. Spring hurts.

The snow is melting slowly and the sun warms my face when I walk to the bus. The Magpie wakes me up every morning, busy building her nest in the tree outside my window. It seems like spring is coming, but so far only in my kitchen :)