It’s spring time once again, the season I’ve always been waiting for every year. I can feel the cold yet warm breeze touching my skin.

     Nobody asked me to wait, it’s just me.

     Now finally, the flowers are starting to bloom and trees are starting to grow budding leaves once again. Isn’t that exciting? Yeah, my childish like mood. I’m usually this shallow, finding feverish happiness even in the simplest thing that I can see and feel.

     It’s like the whole world is being recreated and refreshed once again after a long and boring season covered with thick and freezing winter snow.

     But there’s something about spring that I can always remember, something that I could never forget.