The temperature had gotten up again. I could hear the snow melted and dropped down toc toc. The blanket of snow on the branches was gone. How those bare branches waved in the wind reminded me of Lärkkulla. How the wind gently touched my face when I went out reminded me of the roads in Karjaa, reminded me of how that little corner of the world taught me to love the spring.
I closed my eyes, and smiled.