Spring is trying very hard to peek through the veil of Winter. The daffodils are starting to push their green arms forth through the damp soil. The trees are ripe with tight blossoms, unfolding little by little each day. There have been some warm days here and there, but the mornings remain cool.
This morning was frosty. My breath puffed out in big plumes over my head, as I walked to the station. The world around me shrouded in a fine mist. It would have been a perfect morning to grab some coffee and just go for a walk. I love mornings like this, there is always an air of mystery and magic to the world, as the bright green leaves, moss and grasses of Spring nudge their heads out from the heavy curtain of Winter.