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All winter I look forward to spring evenings – the last songs of the birds echoing from the depths of the forest, the sounds of the frogs, the light rain, the soft, cool breeze …
Everything is waking up, and it is so wonderful to witness such a transformation.
I often find myself hating the long months of winter. Yet without winter, there could be no spring.
Now this season of early spring is coming to an end. The first leaves are starting to appear, and before long everything will be green again.
the moon’s reflection
a walk in the woods
the waxing moon
in the moonlight