PRIMAVERA Y POESÍA pt.¡!

The changing of seasons is like our Mother's way of reminding us 1) how awesome she is and 2) that she's still there, co-existing with every life form, all the while making our lives more beautiful.

Ya es primavera.

When I leave for work at 7am, it's not the moon that guides me to the metro anymore. Instead, the sun's perfect morning glow wraps me in a golden burrito and transports me to my kiddies while the sweet aroma of Spanish pastries escape the ovens and dance me up and down each block.

Winter was strange this year. There are still some rains ahead, but I'd like to leave the biting cold, the body chills and the boots behind... at least in a box to wait to be rediscovered in 7 months time. The comforts of winter fires and blankets and Saturday nights watching films must be appreciated, too. For now, it's full speed ahead toward budding bulbs of floral dreams and butterfly freedom.

This is a photo I took about a week ago, probably the last sunrise I'll experience while trekking my way to work in the early morn. When I arrive to Cornellá de Llobregat, a little city right outside Barcelona centro, there is a sliver of a road that offers just the smallest view of Barcelona. It is in that exact direction where the sun rises, and gives great splendor to this gem of city.

Goodbye, winter and hello, spring.