Spring

Just at the right time, at the verge of developing a snowphobia, spring has unfolded, preventing me from packing my few belongings and moving away from South Tyrol. It's not that I wouldn't enjoy winter; I think it's great to have snow once a year. But this winter was extraordinary: meters of snow, cold tempartures... maybe a last stand off against climate change and global warming? Another contributing (and slightly egoistic) reason why I got sick of snow this winter was that I actually - with respect to my growing child - did not do any skiing and ski alpin. Instead, I waddled like a duck with two pieces of plastic (called "snow shoes") tied to my trekking boots through forests, attempting - and reaching - a summit only few times. Big plans for next year, though...

Anyhow, it's spring, and the long hours huddled against the warm wood stove in my living room, the frostbites on my fingers and toes, the icy roads, the hollow noise of the roof avalanges, all that seem long forgotten. As if it wouldn't have existed. Instead, the bike has been taken out of the basement again, winter jackets removed from the cupboard, and the first encounter of the season between icecream and my tounge has successfully happened few days ago. Life can indeed be beautiful.