I’m not sure when it all happened: the cherry blossom, the green leaves explosion, wisteria, tulips, roses, spring snow, spring rain, summer days, sunbathing, boat riding on the canals. It feels as if it was all materialising over night, as if everything was waiting for the long winter to end and then rushed to appear. It’s almost half of May, I shouldn’t forget that, but it’s happening too quick. I didn’t have time to enjoy the changes, they passed before my eyes in only a few mornings or afternoons. Am I the one racing and not being mindful? Or is it the nature the one who is in a hurry this year?