I was walking through the darkness and suddenly saw the sky turning light pink in the East. It was you.
I felt rain heating my checks. It was you.
I saw a stream running between mountains covered with snow. Warm wet wind threw the smell of freedom to my face. And it was you.
I herd the tears of winter dripping on the ground and bird’s wings flapping in delight. It was you still.
I watched the clouds moving slowly and dignified to the end the world and nothing could stop me watching.
I took a deep breath and smiled. Everything was different, everything had changed while I was somewhere else. So the world seemed to turn inside-out and was unfamiliar to me.
And it all… it was you.
The wind was your breathing, the sky was your eyes, and thaw was the strikes of your hart…
I got up without an alarm…
I still couldn’t stop myself thinking … thinking that I wish I were spring so all about you could be mine…<…>