Early spring. This morning the frost was biting my cheeks, but the sun was blinding. I was strolling on the streets of my town with my headphones on, listening to some lively remixes of Brazilian music (what else lately…). A kid was carrying a pizza box on which was written: Old Times. „Alright” I said to myself, „wrap them in a pizza box and throw them away. Make space for the new”.

The town is filled with lovely snowdrops and March amulets for sale. It is amazing, still I mourn a lost white season…