The Last Sapien | like a snow on

Like a Snow on a Spring Day | There is something so festive about spring, it brings new energies, new cheers into our life. There is a notion of revival and freshness in the air. Although in New England it is still a short span regardless of the 'official' time counted per season. Being it between Winter and Summer it is a confused season, you can have sunny days with chilling temps gray days that become warm and fuzzy and then you get snow . . .

Snow belongs to a whole different season, it belongs to the previous year, it goes with the Christmas lights, the jingling bells and a flying reindeer.

If Spring brings back the sound of the birds the hectic squirrels, the snow brings with it a soft silence, as if the world is covered with a giant white sheet, slowing down the pace of time, pace of mind. The whole rhythm of life is changing to a lower gear.

It brings similar feeling when you skydive - free falling getting as fast as 100 MPH and then you hear that sound of the opening canopy, exactly like the sound when you set your bed sheet and then it is quiet, you come to a halt while high above ground, the shrieking noise of the air in your ears turns into a divine silence, it is the gap of air that sound is too lazy to travel. You descend in the longest circles possible to reach the landing spot, balancing between the wish to stay up high the longest time, defying gravity and the realization that journey's end is just a few minutes away. Soft landing, cheering voices, reality is the ground you are stepping on.

The snow stops, the last few flurries are being cleared from the sky, the air is still chilly, though soon it is going to warm up and the thin layer of white will melt to reveal the rosebuds, the fresh leaves popping out the ground that will turn into an overwhelming flower bed full of fresh scents like the ones that you get to a flower a shop and feel that there's nothing could go wrong in the world, if all would have just breathed this for

a few minutes.

Yeah, it sounds as if there is nothing else going on in the world. Well, there is a giant 'shit show' going on out there, but it is our choice what scent we want to carry on with us, as we well know the difference and it is just for us to make the choice if we enter the flower shop or hug our own dump.

Bringing the quiet and calm to our minds is a constant struggle, it does not come naturally as the animal instinct in us is always on the defense, therefore being alert defies the good notion after all, who has time to smell flowers when you have flying swards all over you. This is one way of running through life, the other will allow you the time so you could handle only the flying swards that are aimed at you, bend and let them fly around you, catch and use it as your own defense, realizing that most of them are not even real. Though it takes these moments of looking away from the madness that provides us with the perspective of reality, it is the scent of the flowers that reminds us that not everything comes to kill you and if you look around and learn to appreciate your surrounding, your being is already a gift given to you, yet another moment to be thankful for - charging you with the positive energies so much needed, after all there are still flying swords out there, watch out...