The spring has come. It sprang like a witch on the broom, laughing, etching its mark on everything and everybody.
It seems even, that the spring hides something carnal and carnivorous, promising hot summer heat. It hisses, imping feathers into the bare poor wings of human hearts, still it ghoulishly digs into the minds, poisoning and intoxicating them...
Everything is of the sweet, bitter, rotten, earthy scent... Nothing is fresh, cool and sparkling. No wind. Just wine, winding, twisting, stretching mind over and over...again and again.
