The air is still crisp, and the ground beneath me holds onto the last traces of winter. The trees stand bare, their branches reaching toward the sky as if longing for warmth just as much as I do. Everything feels quiet, as if the world is holding its breath, waiting. And so am I.
I wait for the first delicate Schneeglöckchen to break through the cold soil, those tiny white flowers whispering the promise of spring. They are the first sign that nature is waking up, that the long winter nights will soon give way to golden sunlight and the gentle hum of new life.
Patience is part of the rhythm of nature. No matter how much I long for warmth, I know that every season has its purpose. But still, my heart skips a beat when I see that first bloom—because it means change is coming. And with it, new beginnings.
Are you also waiting for spring? What is your favorite sign that winter is ending? 🌱✨
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