Soon I too will be flying high in the sky and land in a beautiful island where I will marvel at the sights and speak my own language …
Soon the mountains will start breathing once again free from the weight of the snow.
Soon the fields will be plowed and new seeds planted.
Soon the valley will wake up from the Winter inertia and be full of life once again.
Soon the rivers will defrost, flow once more full of vigorous energy and reflect new growth on the margins of life.
Soon roads will be cleared and take us to new destinations.
When will decisions be made? When will we know? When will things change?